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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Ossler to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soft Cell,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Eddi Front,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
Symarip,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Cymande,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Knickerbockers,
Moby Grape,
Buzzcocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
The Remains,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
Black Sheep,
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
Pantytec,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Erasure,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.