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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Residents to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust 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?
Warren Ellis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Freddie Wadling,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun Ra,
In Retrospect,
Ohio Players,
Quadrant,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Terry Callier,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deakin,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Fat Boys,
Mission of Burma,
These Immortal Souls,
Cybotron,
Brick,
Tres Demented,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Monks,
Yellowson,
Jacques Brel,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Stereo Dub,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.