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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ituana to the electroclash 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
Laurel Aitken,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Hoover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Davy DMX,
Sun City Girls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Inner City,
The Moleskins,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Hot Snakes,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Swell Maps,
Tres Demented,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Metal Thangz,
Alison Limerick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Skarface,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most,
Boredoms,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Adolescents,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.