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 New Zealand and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bobby Womack to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Organ,
U.S. Maple,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gichy Dan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
Heaven 17,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Barclay James Harvest,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Black Bananas,
the Slits,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yaz,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Freddie Wadling,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Don Cherry,
Jeff Lynne,
David Axelrod,
Godley & Creme,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
Whodini,
Panda Bear,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Icehouse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.