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 Angola 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Rotary Connection,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Severed Heads,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Y Pants,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Eric Copeland,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Amon Düül II,
The Sonics,
Second Layer,
Barry Ungar,
Sparks,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
The Evens,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
cv313,
The Knickerbockers,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Oneida,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.