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 Nepal and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 X-Ray Spex to the jazz 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Jacob Miller,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
Henry Cow,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Masters at Work,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Moebius,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Scrapy,
Maurizio,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hoover,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Harmonia,
Shoche,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.