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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 Parry Music to the jazz 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Fatback Band,
Brand Nubian,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cramps,
The Doors,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Barclay James Harvest,
UT,
Monks,
The Star Department,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
KRS-One,
Franke,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Half Japanese,
The Toasters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mars,
The Trojans,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Au Pairs,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
The Evens,
Rakim,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Janne Schatter,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.