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 Albania and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sun Ra,
Judy Mowatt,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
John Coltrane,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Steve Hackett,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fatback Band,
Ossler,
Albert Ayler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Outsiders,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
Aaron Thompson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
Yaz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
Arthur Verocai,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
The Smoke,
The Fortunes,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.