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 Monaco and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Sixth Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Crime,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Vainqueur,
Flipper,
Alton Ellis,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Leaves,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
The Fortunes,
the Fania All-Stars,
K-Klass,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Electric Prunes,
ABBA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Yaz,
Aural Exciters,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hardrive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Laurel Aitken,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.