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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
Mars,
Roger Hodgson,
Susan Cadogan,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
The Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Janne Schatter,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Johnny Clarke,
Public Enemy,
Grey Daturas,
Albert Ayler,
The Dead C,
Thee Headcoats,
Urselle,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bang On A Can,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Whodini,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lebanon Hanover,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Excepter,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.