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 Ecuador and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Hasil Adkins,
KRS-One,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Knickerbockers,
Letta Mbulu,
Section 25,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Rakim,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Pylon,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Nico,
Tommy Roe,
Jimmy McGriff,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Faraquet,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
Wasted Youth,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Angels of Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
the Association,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.