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 Indonesia 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Charles Mingus,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
June of 44,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Gang Gang Dance,
James White and The Blacks,
Connie Case,
Lower 48,
The Velvet Underground,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
MDC,
Basic Channel,
Tim Buckley,
Ohio Players,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Young Marble Giants,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Kinks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
PIL,
Cluster,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
Country Teasers,
The Tremeloes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Martian,
Henry Cow,
Von Mondo,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.