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 Armenia and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neon Judgement to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Goldenarms,
Panda Bear,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Residents,
Masters at Work,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
X-102,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
the Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Franke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Derrick May,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Slits,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
Lee Hazlewood,
Warsaw,
The Moody Blues,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Letta Mbulu,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Sherman,
Althea and Donna,
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.