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 Singapore and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the jazz 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Black Moon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
X-102,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Wings,
Slave,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eden Ahbez,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Ten City,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Marine Girls,
Roxette,
Mantronix,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Make Up,
Moby Grape,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Los Fastidios,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Techniques,
Swell Maps,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.