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 Belgium and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ituana,
Tim Buckley,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Durutti Column,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Sight & Sound,
The Smoke,
Magma,
Pulsallama,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vainqueur,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
The Cowsills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
Carl Craig,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonic Youth,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Darondo,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.