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 Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Funky Four + One to the dance 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Derrick Morgan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Scan 7,
Skriet,
Marvin Gaye,
Stiv Bators,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
This Heat,
Section 25,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aaron Thompson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Archie Shepp,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
Thompson Twins,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
The Grass Roots,
The Monks,
Ten City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skaos,
Ponytail,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Girls At Our Best!,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.