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 Australia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Whodini to the rap 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amazonics,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Deakin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brass Construction,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
ABBA,
Mandrill,
The Star Department,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Cale,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Rapeman,
Television,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.