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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pagans to the crunk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Curtis Mayfield,
D'Angelo,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joyce Sims,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Nik Kershaw,
The Victims,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Godley & Creme,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Mo-Dettes,
Organ,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Ultravox,
MDC,
Ronan,
Wire,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.