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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes 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 Cal Tjader to the rock 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Cal Tjader,
Shuggie Otis,
Kenny Larkin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Flipper,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Moleskins,
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Anthony Braxton,
Pagans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Scion,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
Heaven 17,
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
E-Dancer,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
The Smiths,
The Skatalites,
The Martian,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.