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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sisters of Mercy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Al Stewart,
Toni Rubio,
H. Thieme,
Slave,
China Crisis,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
Altered Images,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
the Slits,
Visage,
The Buckinghams,
Kaleidoscope,
Susan Cadogan,
Funky Four + One,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Alphaville,
Mo-Dettes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Eddi Front,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monks,
Jandek,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Minny Pops,
Marine Girls,
The Residents,
Peter & Gordon,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.