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 Korea South and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the crunk 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Groovy Waters,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ornette Coleman,
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Stiv Bators,
Minutemen,
The Beau Brummels,
Joe Finger,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
The Pop Group,
Delta 5,
The Real Kids,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Womack,
Marvin Gaye,
Simply Red,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dawn Penn,
The Evens,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.