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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kevin Saunderson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Fat Boys,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Minny Pops,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Brick,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Metal Thangz,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sun Ra,
Graham Central Station,
Sight & Sound,
Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Outsiders,
Scientists,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Second Layer,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q and Not U,
The Associates,
The Last Poets,
Oneida,
X-101,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.