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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Barclay James Harvest 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Brick,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Litter,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Funky Four + One,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Blues Magoos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
Tears for Fears,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tommy Roe,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
The Trojans,
Trumans Water,
John Holt,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slave,
Symarip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Main Source,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Kenny Larkin,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ponytail,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Echospace,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
Cameo,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.