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 Beijing.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 The United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
The Standells,
Outsiders,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Terrestrial Tones,
La Düsseldorf,
Bronski Beat,
JFA,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Organ,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Y Pants,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Panda Bear,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Colin Newman,
Icehouse,
Sight & Sound,
Josef K,
Todd Rundgren,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joy Division,
Delon & Dalcan,
F. McDonald,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Bauhaus,
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.