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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 MDC to the funk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Fad Gadget,
Mission of Burma,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MC5,
Interpol,
Letta Mbulu,
Y Pants,
Tim Buckley,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
The Human League,
Fatback Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Darondo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
ABC,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Supertramp,
Blossom Toes,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Bronski Beat,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Joy Division,
Glenn Branca,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.