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 Honduras 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang of Four to the disco 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Robert Wyatt,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hardrive,
Rotary Connection,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
the Germs,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
Organ,
Sparks,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pulsallama,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pere Ubu,
Bootsy Collins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
T.S.O.L.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deakin,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.