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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Nick Fraelich to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Tom Boy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Echospace,
UT,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hashim,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fall,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
John Holt,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Grauzone,
David Axelrod,
The Moleskins,
Warsaw,
Maurizio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Intrusion,
Yellowson,
Althea and Donna,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
the Fania All-Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
X-Ray Spex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.