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 Korea North and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the funk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
The Misunderstood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Technova,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
Japan,
The Kinks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suburban Knight,
Deepchord,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Wells,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stereo Dub,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Morten Harket,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.