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 Cape Verde and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Tim Buckley,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Gong,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Scratch Acid,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Jacob Miller,
Soul II Soul,
Lalann,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Blancmange,
Freddie Wadling,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scrapy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jawbox,
Joey Negro,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
The Residents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crash Course in Science,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
Ludus,
Janne Schatter,
Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Lucky Dragons,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.