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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 marimba 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Robert Görl,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Christie,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amon Düül II,
Peter and Kerry,
Hasil Adkins,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Stereo Dub,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Cameo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kenny Larkin,
New York Dolls,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gap Band,
Man Parrish,
Gerry Rafferty,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
A Certain Ratio,
Nils Olav,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Niagra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters, The Toasters.
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.