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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Neil Young to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiohead record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
KRS-One,
Stereo Dub,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Evens,
Janne Schatter,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Gichy Dan,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Sexual Harrassment,
Albert Ayler,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Jandek,
Subhumans,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.