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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ice-T,
Pantytec,
Anthony Braxton,
Oneida,
Moby Grape,
Minnie Riperton,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Flag,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Model 500,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Masters at Work,
Alice Coltrane,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echospace,
Bob Dylan,
Nirvana,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
The Tremeloes,
The Gap Band,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Görl,
The Real Kids,
Mary Jane Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
June of 44,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.