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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Mission of Burma,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Visage,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Lyres,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mummies,
Alphaville,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joy Division,
Pagans,
Grauzone,
The Count Five,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Chris Corsano,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.