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 Peru and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Hood,
Funky Four + One,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Sexual Harrassment,
Matthew Bourne,
Joyce Sims,
Infiniti,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Rekid,
Minutemen,
The Stooges,
The Barracudas,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Saints,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
The Standells,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
Al Stewart,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
MDC,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Dual Sessions,
The Durutti Column,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Searchers,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.