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 Iceland and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 The Tremeloes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Piero Umiliani,
Trumans Water,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Surgeon,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Todd Terry,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lalann,
Kerri Chandler,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Flipper,
Alison Limerick,
Cybotron,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nas,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Livin' Joy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Eli Mardock,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
The Walker Brothers,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.