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 Bahamas and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
The Residents,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Dual Sessions,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Sarah Menescal,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Stiv Bators,
Marine Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
Iggy Pop,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Human League,
Patti Smith,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cymande,
Royal Trux,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.