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 Sierra Leone and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Main Source,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Faraquet,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Index,
Stereo Dub,
The Mojo Men,
Jandek,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Morten Harket,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Rakim,
The Remains,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Smog,
Tres Demented,
Cecil Taylor,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Make Up,
Jacques Brel,
The Seeds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.