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 Nepal and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Smog 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Reuben Wilson,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Sherman,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Searchers,
Mars,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
The Standells,
Lyres,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Deepchord,
Zapp,
E-Dancer,
Gabor Szabo,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Bananas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
The Neon Judgement,
Hasil Adkins,
D'Angelo,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
a-ha,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
Aloha Tigers,
the Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Talk Talk,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.