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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Spokane.
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 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 June of 44 to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Godley & Creme,
Cybotron,
Negative Approach,
Mad Mike,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
The Knickerbockers,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bang On A Can,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Aswad,
Shoche,
The Walker Brothers,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Camouflage,
The Misunderstood,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacques Brel,
Henry Cow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Delon & Dalcan,
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
MDC,
Jacob Miller,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.