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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Tres Demented,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lyres,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
D'Angelo,
Agent Orange,
The Trojans,
Reuben Wilson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sparks,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
the Bar-Kays,
Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Jandek,
Shuggie Otis,
The Motions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Procol Harum,
Easy Going,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Fatback Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Jeff Mills,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Cheater Slicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Bush Tetras,
Grauzone,
Unwound,
L. Decosne,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.