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 Malta and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Qualms,
Camberwell Now,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Minnie Riperton,
The Grass Roots,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Byron Stingily,
Dave Gahan,
B.T. Express,
Todd Terry,
Wasted Youth,
Joe Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Suburban Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
Saccharine Trust,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
Von Mondo,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
The Victims,
The Names,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.