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 Kyrgyzstan and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Alton Ellis to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Anthony Braxton,
Aural Exciters,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Unwound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry's Kids,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Intrusion,
Joe Finger,
The Fire Engines,
AZ,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Bang On A Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
Organ,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Y Pants,
Masters at Work,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Marmalade,
Alison Limerick,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delta 5,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.