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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Talk Talk to the grunge 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
The Golliwogs,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
The Victims,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
Bauhaus,
The Fugs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Almond,
Pantaleimon,
Wally Richardson,
Cymande,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
John Cale,
Interpol,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young,
Jerry's Kids,
Dawn Penn,
The Fuzztones,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Amazonics,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
Television Personalities,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Unrelated Segments,
Lower 48,
Groovy Waters,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.