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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Erasure to the grunge 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Y Pants,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Ornette Coleman,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vainqueur,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
The Kinks,
Gabor Szabo,
Soft Machine,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
Wasted Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amazonics,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Connie Case,
Young Marble Giants,
The Music Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.