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 Togo and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Boz Scaggs,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Crispy Ambulance,
Franke,
The Fall,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alice Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
Marvin Gaye,
Leonard Cohen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Knickerbockers,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ohio Players,
Tomorrow,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
The Smiths,
the Slits,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Letta Mbulu,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
The Sound,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.