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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Minny Pops,
The Move,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Archie Shepp,
The Searchers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Sherman,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Unrelated Segments,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bobby Byrd,
John Foxx,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young,
The Standells,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Monks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Joey Negro,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.