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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Massinfluence to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
X-Ray Spex,
The Walker Brothers,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
The Last Poets,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
The Stooges,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
Negative Approach,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Model 500,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
DNA,
Maurizio,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Eric Dolphy,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fela Kuti,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Star Department,
ABC,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.