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 Haiti and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Chrome to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
Idris Muhammad,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Lower 48,
T.S.O.L.,
Adolescents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Absolute Body Control,
The United States of America,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Bill Near,
Minutemen,
Altered Images,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
48th St. Collective,
The Fugs,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
Cameo,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Ten City,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.