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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Wells to the grime 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Oneida,
Rites of Spring,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
The Leaves,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Pierre Henry,
Livin' Joy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Schoolly D,
The Remains,
Skriet,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Bronski Beat,
The Motions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
X-102,
The Grass Roots,
Michelle Simonal,
Sandy B,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Dawn Penn,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
The Wake,
June Days,
Camouflage,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Banda Bassotti,
Main Source,
Little Man,
The Gories,
The Busters,
K-Klass,
Khruangbin,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.