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 Barbados and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Marc Almond,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
Fela Kuti,
Aural Exciters,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Half Japanese,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Neil Young,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Janne Schatter,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
Television,
Quantec,
ABBA,
the Germs,
Lindisfarne,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
The Litter,
One Last Wish,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Alison Limerick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Danielle Patucci,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.