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 Croatia and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Morten Harket to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Camberwell Now,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Roxy Music,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
Cal Tjader,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Black Flag,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
Maurizio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Zeros,
The Gap Band,
Charles Mingus,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wolf Eyes,
The Kinks,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Aaron Thompson,
Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mad Mike,
John Lydon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Harry Pussy,
Blake Baxter,
Mark Hollis,
Khruangbin,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.