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 Switzerland and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 marimba 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 Alphaville to the crunk 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Loose Ends,
Vladislav Delay,
Robert Görl,
Moss Icon,
Wasted Youth,
The Last Poets,
D'Angelo,
Interpol,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
The Toasters,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
The Fall,
Cymande,
Moebius,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Fatback Band,
Dawn Penn,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Oneida,
Suicide,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
ABBA,
Deadbeat,
Barry Ungar,
Cecil Taylor,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
In Retrospect,
Gerry Rafferty,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
T. Rex,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marine Girls,
Todd Terry,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Wells,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Ossler,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Anthony Braxton,
Shuggie Otis,
Rufus Thomas,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.