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 Afghanistan and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator 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 Ludus to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ralphi Rosario record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Zero Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
The Residents,
ABC,
Nas,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
The Dirtbombs,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Saccharine Trust,
James White and The Blacks,
Robert Görl,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
kango's stein massive,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxy Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Kayak,
The Skatalites,
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pylon,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.