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 Bangladesh and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scrapy to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Max Romeo,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Janne Schatter,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Arthur Verocai,
the Association,
Unwound,
Swans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
The Doobie Brothers,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Minny Pops,
Scion,
The Slits,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
Mandrill,
Deadbeat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
CMW,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
Smog,
Soft Machine,
Eden Ahbez,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.