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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Young Marble Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Index,
Section 25,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Reuben Wilson,
Delta 5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blake Baxter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Curtis Mayfield,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Alison Limerick,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Chrome,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Freddie Wadling,
Infiniti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Seeds,
Janne Schatter,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Spoonie Gee,
Fela Kuti,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
Rotary Connection,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.