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 Dominican Republic and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Accadde A,
The Blues Magoos,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Marmalade,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
X-102,
Qualms,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
The Cure,
Camouflage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
PIL,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
The Gories,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül II,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Traffic Nightmare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
Erasure,
Eli Mardock,
Boogie Down Productions,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
Sun Ra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
Monks,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.