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 Brazil 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Boogie Down Productions 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Sun Ra,
Babytalk,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Lydon,
Funky Four + One,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Buzzcocks,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Panda Bear,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
The Knickerbockers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Lungfish,
the Normal,
the Human League,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Boz Scaggs,
Roxette,
K-Klass,
The Raincoats,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.