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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
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 spring reverb 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Unrelated Segments,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
F. McDonald,
UT,
Nirvana,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Womack,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Ituana,
Liliput,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Amon Düül II,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
New Order,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Toni Rubio,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Excepter,
Mad Mike,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
Average White Band,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.