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 Nauru and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers,
Kaleidoscope,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
Mandrill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Christie,
Josef K,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
Wings,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
The Moleskins,
Moebius,
Ice-T,
Arcadia,
Dave Gahan,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Technova,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sight & Sound,
The Fall,
Neil Young,
the Sonics,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
Animal Collective,
The Sound,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
The Busters,
Jandek,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.