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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Monolake to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Dead Boys,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Charles Mingus,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alphaville,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul II Soul,
The Happenings,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
Gong,
Black Sheep,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Black Bananas,
Magma,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Ultravox,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Leonard Cohen,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
X-102,
kango's stein massive,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.