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 Liechtenstein and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
The Invisible,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-Ray Spex,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Maurizio,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Reed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Star Department,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marine Girls,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nils Olav,
The Monks,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Malaria!,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
The Mojo Men,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.