Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bluetip to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Flipper. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minny Pops,
Smog,
Kas Product,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Matthew Halsall,
Fear,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Don Cherry,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Warren Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Silicon Teens,
Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Derrick May,
MC5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
Section 25,
The Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.