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 Denmark and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 KRS-One to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
The Gladiators,
Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Radio Birdman,
Dual Sessions,
Royal Trux,
Toni Rubio,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Talk Talk,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cramps,
The Music Machine,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Shuggie Otis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Liliput,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
Pere Ubu,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
the Sonics,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Radiohead,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Bill Near,
Sound Behaviour,
Terry Callier,
Todd Terry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.