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 China and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Colin Newman to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Guru Guru,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
The Selecter,
Pantytec,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
The Smoke,
The Birthday Party,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
The Gladiators,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mars,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Newcleus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zero Boys,
The United States of America,
Wings,
Steve Hackett,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Malaria!,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.