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 Saudi Arabia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Near,
Nirvana,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Yaz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Gories,
Vainqueur,
Interpol,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
the Swans,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
These Immortal Souls,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Panda Bear,
Pole,
Girls At Our Best!,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rites of Spring,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
The Monks,
Pantaleimon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pylon,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
The Kinks,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.