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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Cairo and Seoul.
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 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 Guru Guru to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Y Pants,
FM Einheit,
Althea and Donna,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Radiohead,
Public Enemy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Blackbyrds,
The American Breed,
One Last Wish,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Amazonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Siglo XX,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.