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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the dance 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Danielle Patucci,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
Johnny Clarke,
The Young Rascals,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Shoche,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
The Red Krayola,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Erykah Badu,
The Barracudas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Leaves,
Marshall Jefferson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fall,
Deakin,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.