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 Bangladesh and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Zapp to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All 10cc 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Martian,
John Holt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
The Cramps,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
The Golliwogs,
The Leaves,
Mantronix,
Television Personalities,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Byron Stingily,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Cheater Slicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
The Sonics,
Warsaw,
Model 500,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.