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 El Salvador and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Terry Callier to the grime 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Little Man,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Mission of Burma,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Q and Not U,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
Yazoo,
Radiohead,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Camberwell Now,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
The Mummies,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Talk Talk,
Maurizio,
Blossom Toes,
The United States of America,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Harry Pussy,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.