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 Uruguay and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 New York Dolls to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Eric Dolphy,
Anakelly,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Symarip,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Newcleus,
Mo-Dettes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
Boredoms,
Sparks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
The Searchers,
The Cowsills,
The Invisible,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Moleskins,
Dawn Penn,
Fluxion,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Eve St. Jones,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tommy Roe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.