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 Lithuania and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Morten Harket to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Crooked Eye,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
The Seeds,
Robert Görl,
Sun City Girls,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Barracudas,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
The Birthday Party,
Cymande,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
F. McDonald,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
the Germs,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.