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 Colombia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
The Slits,
Magazine,
The Golliwogs,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Byron Stingily,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marmalade,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Ludus,
Monks,
MDC,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Fluxion,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.