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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Porter Ricks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
the Slits,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Duran Duran,
Underground Resistance,
The Velvet Underground,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Star Department,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
T.S.O.L.,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lungfish,
Agitation Free,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flash Fearless,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.