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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Symarip,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Lucky Dragons,
Fatback Band,
Royal Trux,
Rapeman,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Tommy Roe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magma,
Alphaville,
KRS-One,
The Raincoats,
Dark Day,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Saints,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
The Seeds,
Second Layer,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Mad Mike,
Wings,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
X-102,
The Monochrome Set,
Eve St. Jones,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.