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 Djibouti 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ken Boothe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
F. McDonald,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
These Immortal Souls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Last Poets,
Television,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
The J.B.'s,
The Slackers,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Bluetip,
Warren Ellis,
The Beau Brummels,
Spoonie Gee,
Aural Exciters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Colin Newman,
Goldenarms,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Dawn Penn,
Bob Dylan,
Flipper,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fuzztones,
Archie Shepp,
Masters at Work,
Organ,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.