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 Sweden and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Moebius to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Prunes,
Smog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Arcadia,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Jeru the Damaja,
Hot Snakes,
Todd Terry,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Bronski Beat,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
Roxette,
New York Dolls,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
The Names,
Connie Case,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cymande,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Depeche Mode,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amazonics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.