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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Toronto.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Soulsonic Force to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Yusef Lateef,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
PIL,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Mo-Dettes,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
The Star Department,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
Slave,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fall,
Unrelated Segments,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare,
The Grass Roots,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Junior Murvin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
The Wake,
Faust,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Mantronix,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.