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 Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Donald Fagen 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 Unwound to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brick,
Banda Bassotti,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scratch Acid,
Guru Guru,
New York Dolls,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Bad Manners,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
The Moody Blues,
Porter Ricks,
Crime,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lucky Dragons,
Shuggie Otis,
Swell Maps,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.