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 Djibouti and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Captain Beefheart 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 The Smoke to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Crash Course in Science,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Gang Gang Dance,
Chrome,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yazoo,
Jerry's Kids,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Bourne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Heaven 17,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sex Pistols,
The Shadows of Knight,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Scientists,
The Names,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.