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 Nepal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 Half Japanese to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
The Mummies,
Barrington Levy,
AZ,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
John Lydon,
Colin Newman,
Kool Moe Dee,
Procol Harum,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Pere Ubu,
Fugazi,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
DJ Sneak,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Marc Almond,
Rosa Yemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Groovy Waters,
Roger Hodgson,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Television Personalities,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacob Miller,
Albert Ayler,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
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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.