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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Bang On A Can,
Make Up,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Can,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Minny Pops,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Lucky Dragons,
Goldenarms,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Tremeloes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dave Gahan,
Smog,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Curtis Mayfield,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Faraquet,
The American Breed,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
Thompson Twins,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
Crime,
Kayak,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
World's Most,
Bronski Beat,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.