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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Crispian St. Peters to the disco 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Nils Olav,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
The Gories,
Wasted Youth,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Lynne,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
the Germs,
Skarface,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fugazi,
Eddi Front,
Eurythmics,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dead C,
Mars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Angry Samoans,
Agitation Free,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.