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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
The Fuzztones,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
The Doors,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Davy DMX,
Skaos,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Cluster,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mission of Burma,
AZ,
T. Rex,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
The Dirtbombs,
Cameo,
Howard Jones,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.