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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Delta 5 to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Technova,
Gabor Szabo,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Yellowson,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Brand Nubian,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Faust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Durutti Column,
Tom Boy,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Hood,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Magazine,
Avey Tare,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Gichy Dan,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.