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 Brazil and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro 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 Roxy Music to the crunk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jawbox,
Das Ding,
Eric Dolphy,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Steve Hackett,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
In Retrospect,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Subhumans,
Dawn Penn,
Television Personalities,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Letta Mbulu,
Livin' Joy,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nirvana,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Youth Brigade,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Aural Exciters,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
Suicide,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Slick Rick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.