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 Tajikistan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Quando Quango to the grunge 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Massinfluence,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Steve Hackett,
Minor Threat,
Brass Construction,
Prince Buster,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Misunderstood,
Josef K,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
Hoover,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Tom Boy,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
The Martian,
Marmalade,
Nas,
A Certain Ratio,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Trojans,
Popol Vuh,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Mars,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
Curtis Mayfield,
Boz Scaggs,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young,
The Names,
Ossler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.