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 Poland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun Ra to the grime 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Scion,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Camouflage,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
The Fall,
DNA,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Charles Mingus,
Arcadia,
Yellowson,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Ronan,
Neu!,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Massinfluence,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minutemen,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Bad Manners,
Barclay James Harvest,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.