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 Korea South and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Boz Scaggs,
Liliput,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Schoolly D,
Babytalk,
UT,
Technova,
Jandek,
The Last Poets,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Severed Heads,
Desert Stars,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Sneak,
Ultra Naté,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mantronix,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Swans,
Zapp,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hoover,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Public Enemy,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
MC5,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
Panda Bear,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.