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 Moldova and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
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 linndrum 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Boredoms,
Swans,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Joe Finger,
A Certain Ratio,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
MC5,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Toasters,
Easy Going,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Bronski Beat,
Television,
The Sonics,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
Lakeside,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Derrick May,
Sandy B,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Au Pairs,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Procol Harum,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gun Club,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Görl,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.