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 Netherlands and from Beijing.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tommy Roe to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Don Cherry,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mr. Review,
Maleditus Sound,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Lucky Dragons,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Roxette,
The Gun Club,
U.S. Maple,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Absolute Body Control,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fugs,
Von Mondo,
Tomorrow,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Moon,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Intrusion,
Arcadia,
Amon Düül II,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
K-Klass,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sugar Minott,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Jerry's Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
JFA,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
the Swans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Metal Thangz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.