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 Lebanon and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crime to the punk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Fraelich,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Blackbyrds,
Alison Limerick,
Gong,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
The Slits,
Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gap Band,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nils Olav,
Country Teasers,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.