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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the grunge 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Howard Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Groovy Waters,
Max Romeo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donald Byrd,
New Age Steppers,
Albert Ayler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Loose Ends,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
Pussy Galore,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Easy Going,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Glambeats Corp.,
ABC,
Trumans Water,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Ultravox,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.