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 Brunei and from Toronto.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oblivians,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Kinks,
Black Bananas,
June of 44,
Cecil Taylor,
Symarip,
Juan Atkins,
Zapp,
Mary Jane Girls,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Rapeman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
The Cramps,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
The Young Rascals,
Porter Ricks,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.