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 Bremen.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Newcleus to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
UT,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
The Tremeloes,
Janne Schatter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Arthur Verocai,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
a-ha,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Axelrod,
Bob Dylan,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
June Days,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Underground Resistance,
The Misunderstood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.