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 Antigua and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Nick Fraelich,
Funkadelic,
Bush Tetras,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxette,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
Alison Limerick,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Motorama,
Charles Mingus,
Eddi Front,
The Gun Club,
Babytalk,
cv313,
The Victims,
Livin' Joy,
Cameo,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
The Young Rascals,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.