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 Finland and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Yaz to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
Television,
Marvin Gaye,
Au Pairs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Pole,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Can,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Henry Cow,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
CMW,
Joey Negro,
The Walker Brothers,
Pylon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blossom Toes,
Heaven 17,
Depeche Mode,
The Index,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
The Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.