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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Smiths to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Crash Course in Science,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Second Layer,
The Busters,
Vladislav Delay,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Quadrant,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Index,
Moebius,
Brick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Grauzone,
Animal Collective,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
48th St. Collective,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Massinfluence,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Technova,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Funky Four + One,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.