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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Idris Muhammad,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Harmonia,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
Flipper,
Pantaleimon,
Fluxion,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Rhythm & Sound,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Schoolly D,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Interpol,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
PIL,
Thee Headcoats,
Suicide,
Fat Boys,
The Move,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arcadia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Angry Samoans,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.