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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Roy Ayers to the electroclash 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The United States of America,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terry Callier,
The Moleskins,
Ornette Coleman,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Quadrant,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
Fela Kuti,
Desert Stars,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.