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 Papua New Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Colin Newman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
Porter Ricks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Divine Comedy,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
Fugazi,
Ultravox,
Connie Case,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Fluxion,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marcia Griffiths,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
Franke,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Grey Daturas,
The Trojans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sparks,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Ken Boothe,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.