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 Kiribati and from Halifax.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 The Cramps to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Monolake,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joy Division,
Matthew Bourne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Absolute Body Control,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Whodini,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
MDC,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Clarke,
Aswad,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
Y Pants,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Ornette Coleman,
L. Decosne,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Cymande,
Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
David McCallum,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.