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 Swaziland 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alice Coltrane to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
Tres Demented,
Massinfluence,
Crime,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Radiohead,
The Mummies,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
H. Thieme,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boz Scaggs,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Echospace,
Magma,
Oneida,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Spoonie Gee,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Sparks,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aloha Tigers,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.