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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
PIL,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Joe Smooth,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
New York Dolls,
Bobby Womack,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Sound Behaviour,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
The Count Five,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Q65,
Cluster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Frankie Knuckles,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
The Evens,
The Gladiators,
The Litter,
Pantaleimon,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
Scrapy,
Fad Gadget,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
Mandrill,
Reuben Wilson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Rapeman,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.