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 Tanzania and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the funk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
The Durutti Column,
The Moleskins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fatback Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Peter & Gordon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Ossler,
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Leaves,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
Yaz,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
New Age Steppers,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Kayak,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Standells,
Brand Nubian,
Monks,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.