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 Japan and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
The Monochrome Set,
Average White Band,
Pylon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Franke,
Visage,
Man Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
The Pretty Things,
Dave Gahan,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Judy Mowatt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moss Icon,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Soul II Soul,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Barry Ungar,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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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.