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 Somalia and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer 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 Lalann to the grunge 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Ronan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
PIL,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sight & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Davy DMX,
MC5,
World's Most,
Ludus,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Henry Cow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.