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 Morocco and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Slits,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Sarah Menescal,
Unwound,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kenny Larkin,
The Red Krayola,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eden Ahbez,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Josef K,
Mantronix,
Eve St. Jones,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Quantec,
The Motions,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Arcadia,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Electric Prunes,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.