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 Brazil and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Moby Grape 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Franke,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Tears for Fears,
The Victims,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
The Blackbyrds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang of Four,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dead Boys,
The American Breed,
Skaos,
Banda Bassotti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hoover,
Talk Talk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Qualms,
The Techniques,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Pierre Henry,
Kenny Larkin,
The Barracudas,
Black Pus,
Neu!,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Knickerbockers,
Magma,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Motorama,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.