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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
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 marimba 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Excepter,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Cluster,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
Porter Ricks,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Qualms,
Steve Hackett,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
KRS-One,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
the Association,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Arab on Radar,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
Scrapy,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.