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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
Urselle,
Deepchord,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Maleditus Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Los Fastidios,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
June of 44,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
Technova,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Seeds,
Intrusion,
Loose Ends,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Lyres,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
The Searchers,
Mr. Review,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.