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 Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Smog to the electroclash 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Suicide,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Severed Heads,
The Blackbyrds,
Hasil Adkins,
Alice Coltrane,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mo-Dettes,
The Last Poets,
Nas,
The Slits,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scientists,
Kaleidoscope,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Inner City,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
The Young Rascals,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sparks,
Sandy B,
Symarip,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.