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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Shoche to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Freddie Wadling,
Echospace,
Tres Demented,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Fad Gadget,
Kayak,
Ten City,
Darondo,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kerri Chandler,
Howard Jones,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pierre Henry,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Clarke,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
The Blues Magoos,
Swans,
The Zeros,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Connie Case,
Joe Finger,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
Electric Prunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Max Romeo,
Zero Boys,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.