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 St Lucia and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Enemy,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Cybotron,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
The Modern Lovers,
Ohio Players,
The Beau Brummels,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Blake Baxter,
Moss Icon,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Flag,
CMW,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
LL Cool J,
Boredoms,
The Golliwogs,
Icehouse,
Urselle,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harmonia,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MC5,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.