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 Mexico and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 linndrum 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 Roxy Music to the dance 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '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 Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Ituana,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
LL Cool J,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cure,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Machine,
Reuben Wilson,
Jacques Brel,
Swans,
The Invisible,
The Angels of Light,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brass Construction,
Rotary Connection,
Audionom,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
ABBA,
Masters at Work,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stetsasonic,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Mark Hollis,
Negative Approach,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.