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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the dance 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Cameo,
David Axelrod,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Popol Vuh,
Pantytec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sex Pistols,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Nico,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
K-Klass,
Theoretical Girls,
Hashim,
The Move,
Spandau Ballet,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
the Sonics,
Derrick May,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Arthur Verocai,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
June of 44,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.