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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 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 Minnie Riperton to the dance 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Zero Boys,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Joensuu 1685,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Slits,
The Dead C,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
The Last Poets,
Spoonie Gee,
The Raincoats,
Magma,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Robert Wyatt,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
CMW,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Judy Mowatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Au Pairs,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.