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 Nigeria and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Portland.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Near,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
David Bowie,
Ralphi Rosario,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Isaac Hayes,
Marvin Gaye,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Swell Maps,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker,
Skarface,
Bill Wells,
Chris Corsano,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Niagra,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moebius,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.