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 Barbados 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Pus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Stetsasonic,
Alice Coltrane,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Tubeway Army,
Be Bop Deluxe,
DJ Style,
World's Most,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Metal Thangz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Carl Craig,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Underground Resistance,
Fear,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Maleditus Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
The Modern Lovers,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scion,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
The Names,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.