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 Latvia and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
The Victims,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Black Dice,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
The Fortunes,
Charles Mingus,
Freddie Wadling,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
The Names,
MDC,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
Roger Hodgson,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
The Skatalites,
Sun City Girls,
Echospace,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Iggy Pop,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
X-102,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
Ludus,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.