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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Lungfish,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
T. Rex,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Pole,
Essential Logic,
Porter Ricks,
Unrelated Segments,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rod Modell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Ohio Players,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tubeway Army,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Birthday Party,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Cameo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Alison Limerick,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.