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 Bangladesh and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 a spring reverb and an organ 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Pylon,
Eddi Front,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Blancmange,
Morten Harket,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Starr,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Suicide,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Newcleus,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Quadrant,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy Collins,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Idris Muhammad,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
Neil Young,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.