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 Suriname and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 marimba 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 Cal Tjader to the disco 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Half Japanese,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Man Parrish,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Essential Logic,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Eddi Front,
Infiniti,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Zero Boys,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Gories,
Skarface,
Magma,
The Last Poets,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Boredoms,
The Slits,
The Knickerbockers,
Mars,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.