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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
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 Houston and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Albert Ayler,
John Lydon,
Flash Fearless,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scan 7,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
The Martian,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Jeru the Damaja,
E-Dancer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bluetip,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Roger Hodgson,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.