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 South Sudan and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter & Gordon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Outsiders,
The Invisible,
Mantronix,
Aaron Thompson,
Terry Callier,
Roxy Music,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Von Mondo,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Popol Vuh,
Peter and Kerry,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Pulsallama,
Connie Case,
Sam Rivers,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
June Days,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Inner City,
Slave,
Jandek,
Trumans Water,
Rakim,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.