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 United States and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare 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 J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radiohead,
Hashim,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Fear,
Nico,
June Days,
Unwound,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
UT,
Cameo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Saccharine Trust,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moss Icon,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Pus,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.