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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
The Monochrome Set,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
The Gun Club,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
ABC,
Brick,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
Franke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Television,
Moss Icon,
Au Pairs,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Ohio Players,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.