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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Public Image Ltd. to the crunk 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
the Human League,
Idris Muhammad,
Aloha Tigers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Symarip,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cybotron,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Soft Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Spoonie Gee,
Chris & Cosey,
Hashim,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Radiohead,
Fugazi,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
Qualms,
The Smoke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.