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 Morocco and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 The Blues Magoos to the grunge 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dawn Penn,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
David Axelrod,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
Pantytec,
The Litter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Gang Green,
The Walker Brothers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-101,
Junior Murvin,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Jeff Lynne,
Half Japanese,
The Selecter,
Albert Ayler,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gories,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
48th St. Collective,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Alice Coltrane,
Kurtis Blow,
The Grass Roots,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Teasers,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.