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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Clear Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Make Up,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Eurythmics,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Hood,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Mad Mike,
Jeff Lynne,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Excepter,
Porter Ricks,
DJ Sneak,
Dead Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Zapp,
Zero Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sam Rivers,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Joe Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
John Cale,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.