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 Ecuador 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 The Skatalites to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wire,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Idris Muhammad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gichy Dan,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neu!,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Au Pairs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Tears for Fears,
Pussy Galore,
The Busters,
Pagans,
PIL,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
MC5,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.