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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Blancmange to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Outsiders,
Sun City Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Public Enemy,
Tears for Fears,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Lyres,
Spandau Ballet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Cheater Slicks,
Inner City,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anakelly,
Subhumans,
Chrome,
June of 44,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Section 25,
Lou Reed,
Janne Schatter,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Aswad,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Görl,
L. Decosne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
This Heat,
Bill Near,
X-101,
Moss Icon,
Judy Mowatt,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sugar Minott,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.