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 Zambia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rotary Connection 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Roxette,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
This Heat,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Man Parrish,
Alice Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Human League,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
The Count Five,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Lydon,
Shoche,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
The Gories,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sound Behaviour,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Derrick May,
Dawn Penn,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Green,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Maleditus Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
CMW,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Nico,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Grass Roots,
The Motions,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.