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 Kosovo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 The Stooges to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Popol Vuh,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Monolake,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
Iggy Pop,
Byron Stingily,
The Associates,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Surgeon,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
Dave Gahan,
The Blues Magoos,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cymande,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DNA,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Starr,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Idris Muhammad,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.