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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Blackbyrds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Erykah Badu,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
Althea and Donna,
Crooked Eye,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
The Gladiators,
AZ,
Rapeman,
Bluetip,
Sun Ra,
Japan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Christie,
Ten City,
Hasil Adkins,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Cameo,
Michelle Simonal,
Thompson Twins,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
The Birthday Party,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
The Neon Judgement,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Average White Band,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
Amon Düül,
The Selecter,
Television,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.