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 Namibia and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
New Age Steppers,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Victims,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
Josef K,
Main Source,
The Litter,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Kinks,
The Slits,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rites of Spring,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Todd Rundgren,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxy Music,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.