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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Whodini 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Juan Atkins,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Audionom,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Spandau Ballet,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Altered Images,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Deakin,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Angry Samoans,
Toni Rubio,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Standells,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moss Icon,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
Scion,
The Stooges,
Grauzone,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.