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 Spain and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Quando Quango to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Inner City,
Malaria!,
Donald Byrd,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Lungfish,
Second Layer,
Y Pants,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Durutti Column,
EPMD,
Pantytec,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Agitation Free,
Nick Fraelich,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Deepchord,
Darondo,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.