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 Andorra 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Underground Resistance to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
Animal Collective,
Slave,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
U.S. Maple,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Tommy Roe,
Buzzcocks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
Outsiders,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Kinks,
Minor Threat,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moody Blues,
Juan Atkins,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
Magazine,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Eve St. Jones,
cv313,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Tremeloes,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Bootsy Collins,
Judy Mowatt,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.