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 Mexico and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 the Association to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oblivians,
Surgeon,
LL Cool J,
Agitation Free,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Wings,
The Happenings,
The Evens,
Swans,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
DJ Sneak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fire Engines,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Patti Smith,
Jawbox,
Panda Bear,
Scientists,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Fad Gadget,
the Human League,
Alphaville,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.