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 Chile and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pussy Galore to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Fugs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Essential Logic,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Rakim,
Scott Walker,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Deakin,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Moby Grape,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
The Martian,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
China Crisis,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Eric Copeland,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Golliwogs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Wings,
Cheater Slicks,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.