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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joyce Sims to the disco 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Scion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barry Ungar,
Barrington Levy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Joey Negro,
The Dirtbombs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Desert Stars,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Isaac Hayes,
Shuggie Otis,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
cv313,
New Order,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
Alison Limerick,
Excepter,
Gabor Szabo,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
The Move,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
The Modern Lovers,
Oblivians,
Matthew Halsall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Pantytec,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.