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 Solomon Islands and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
48th St. Collective,
New Order,
Ultravox,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
Zero Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
The J.B.'s,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ice-T,
The Sonics,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Von Mondo,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Black Moon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sound Behaviour,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.