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 Dominica and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
the Germs,
The Stooges,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New York Dolls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Finger,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Sonics,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
Lou Reed,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Dorothy Ashby,
Motorama,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sarah Menescal,
The Golliwogs,
The Searchers,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Minny Pops,
Cymande,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.