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 Oman and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Minor Threat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants 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?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Y Pants,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Intrusion,
Ultravox,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Womack,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Aswad,
Skaos,
Simply Red,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.