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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Arthur Verocai to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
ABC,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
the Slits,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Lynne,
The Knickerbockers,
Aural Exciters,
Fugazi,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Aloha Tigers,
Moss Icon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Piero Umiliani,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Cheater Slicks,
One Last Wish,
Mr. Review,
Max Romeo,
Boredoms,
The Smoke,
Josef K,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.