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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dark Day 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Silicon Teens,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
The Invisible,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Gong,
Porter Ricks,
Pere Ubu,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Star Department,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
New Order,
The Moleskins,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bob Dylan,
Glenn Branca,
Motorama,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Maleditus Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Letta Mbulu,
Moebius,
X-Ray Spex,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Birthday Party,
The Victims,
These Immortal Souls,
OOIOO,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.