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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Alton Ellis,
The Slits,
Masters at Work,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marmalade,
The Gladiators,
Unrelated Segments,
Q and Not U,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
The Beau Brummels,
Prince Buster,
Danielle Patucci,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Star Department,
Basic Channel,
Absolute Body Control,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Trumans Water,
Motorama,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
The Pretty Things,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Desert Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Bill Near,
Joe Smooth,
Ituana,
LL Cool J,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.