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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 mellotron 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 Max Romeo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Amon Düül II,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
CMW,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Average White Band,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marmalade,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The Birthday Party,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Excepter,
Scion,
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
PIL,
A Certain Ratio,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
John Coltrane,
The Leaves,
Alison Limerick,
MDC,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.