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 Burkina and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zeros to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
David Bowie,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
B.T. Express,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zero Boys,
Massinfluence,
Joe Finger,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.