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 Tajikistan and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon 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 Smoke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
Reuben Wilson,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
B.T. Express,
kango's stein massive,
The Searchers,
Organ,
Lyres,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Eden Ahbez,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Spoonie Gee,
Black Pus,
Rites of Spring,
Moss Icon,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Monks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minor Threat,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Gong,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
The Names,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.