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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Pop Group to the dance 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Durutti Column 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
The Human League,
Camberwell Now,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Offenders,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Nico,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Marmalade,
Sun City Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Deepchord,
Neil Young,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Excepter,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fugazi,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
Gong,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.