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 Suriname and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rock 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Dave Gahan,
The Dead C,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jawbox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skaos,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Drive Like Jehu,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Albert Ayler,
10cc,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Roger Hodgson,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Hasil Adkins,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Hardrive,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
DNA,
Gichy Dan,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.