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 Panama 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Suburban Knight,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Index,
Ultra Naté,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
The Walker Brothers,
Eddi Front,
Janne Schatter,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
LL Cool J,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mars,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül II,
Popol Vuh,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
10cc,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rekid,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Ponytail,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Franke,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Fear,
Roy Ayers,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.