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 Micronesia and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Pantytec to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Shoche,
Malaria!,
The Misunderstood,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bad Manners,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Dead Boys,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
Ultra Naté,
Thompson Twins,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blake Baxter,
Bronski Beat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Crooked Eye,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
The Wake,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Camberwell Now,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick May,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.