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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Neil Young to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Monks,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lungfish,
Mary Jane Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can,
Sparks,
The Pretty Things,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.