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 Austria and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Electric Prunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Little Man,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
The Pretty Things,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
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Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Interpol,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Normal,
Flamin' Groovies,
Los Fastidios,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Fluxion,
The Buckinghams,
Goldenarms,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.