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 Botswana and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 Scion to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dead Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
10cc,
The Index,
Davy DMX,
Eve St. Jones,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Make Up,
Rufus Thomas,
Monks,
Magma,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
David Bowie,
Andrew Hill,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radio Birdman,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eurythmics,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gap Band,
Royal Trux,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Ohio Players,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Rites of Spring,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
The Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Alphaville,
Scott Walker,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.