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 Ukraine 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Max Romeo,
Minutemen,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q and Not U,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
Neil Young,
Josef K,
The Birthday Party,
Mary Jane Girls,
James White and The Blacks,
Gong,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Subhumans,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
Goldenarms,
Can,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Trojans,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Severed Heads,
Kool Moe Dee,
Graham Central Station,
Neu!,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
Surgeon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
The Index,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.