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 Costa Rica and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
Gerry Rafferty,
Circle Jerks,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sällskapet,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
CMW,
The Happenings,
The Doors,
Model 500,
Todd Rundgren,
Thee Headcoats,
Barry Ungar,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
Youth Brigade,
Loose Ends,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Slits,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Bob Dylan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quando Quango,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Echospace,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.