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 Peru and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
The Victims,
Symarip,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Moon,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Young Rascals,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Litter,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.