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 Albania and from Winnipeg.
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 Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scott Walker,
Joey Negro,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Lee Hazlewood,
MDC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
The Durutti Column,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Eddi Front,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
Pylon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Johnny Clarke,
Erykah Badu,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mummies,
The Walker Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
The Fortunes,
DJ Sneak,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Nils Olav,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Leonard Cohen,
Yusef Lateef,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Drive Like Jehu,
Don Cherry,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.