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 Colombia and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 The Gories to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Blake Baxter,
Bang On A Can,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
Index,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Jacques Brel,
The Smiths,
Saccharine Trust,
The Move,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
Roy Ayers,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
Ossler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Half Japanese,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.