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 Mauritania and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the rock 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Graham Central Station,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick Morgan,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Essential Logic,
Marine Girls,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doors,
Sparks,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Charles Mingus,
Swans,
Interpol,
Lou Reed,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
The Martian,
Goldenarms,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeff Lynne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.