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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lyres,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
DJ Sneak,
Jacques Brel,
Roxy Music,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Duran Duran,
Aloha Tigers,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Ponytail,
Letta Mbulu,
Glenn Branca,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Smiths,
Royal Trux,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Ice-T,
10cc,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.