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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Yellowson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Main Source,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gichy Dan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Standells,
Bobby Womack,
Flash Fearless,
Howard Jones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Little Man,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Theoretical Girls,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
The Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
The Remains,
The Young Rascals,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Hashim,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Negative Approach,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Unwound,
Silicon Teens,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Public Enemy,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Gong,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.