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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Detroit Cobras to the grime 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Warren Ellis,
the Swans,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Duran Duran,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul II Soul,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Simply Red,
Metal Thangz,
Nirvana,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
Boredoms,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Standells,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lakeside,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Depeche Mode,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
Byron Stingily,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.