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 Grenada and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kinks to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deakin,
Don Cherry,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nik Kershaw,
L. Decosne,
China Crisis,
The Stooges,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Association,
Peter & Gordon,
Second Layer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
The Count Five,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
JFA,
Swans,
Hoover,
Arcadia,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
a-ha,
Ken Boothe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
F. McDonald,
R.M.O.,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.