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 Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
The Wake,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unwound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
Funky Four + One,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Urselle,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Malaria!,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Isaac Hayes,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Moby Grape,
The Raincoats,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chrome,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Black Flag,
Howard Jones,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.