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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Delta 5,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Velvet Underground,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Dead Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brick,
Blancmange,
The Vogues,
FM Einheit,
James White and The Blacks,
The Beau Brummels,
Sarah Menescal,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Lydon,
Gabor Szabo,
D'Angelo,
Rites of Spring,
Sam Rivers,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
U.S. Maple,
Pylon,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Funky Four + One,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
ABC,
Ossler,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eli Mardock,
Skaos,
Man Parrish,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
Average White Band,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.