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 Qatar and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Black Sheep to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Model 500,
Silicon Teens,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Lakeside,
Radiohead,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Misunderstood,
MC5,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Fear,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ken Boothe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Crime,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Newcleus,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Althea and Donna,
Alphaville,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
UT,
Ituana,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.