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 Africa 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Inner City to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Connie Case,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
The Mojo Men,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke,
T.S.O.L.,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
The Gap Band,
The Associates,
Eric Dolphy,
These Immortal Souls,
Soulsonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Ornette Coleman,
Babytalk,
Avey Tare,
Circle Jerks,
Quantec,
Motorama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
Radiohead,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dead C,
Radiopuhelimet,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Inner City,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Fela Kuti,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
The Seeds,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Sister Nancy,
Sandy B,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.