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 Mexico and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Severed Heads to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Moby Grape,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kaleidoscope,
Eve St. Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Absolute Body Control,
Q and Not U,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Al Stewart,
The Knickerbockers,
Hot Snakes,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
cv313,
FM Einheit,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
The Zeros,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.