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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lille.
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 organ 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 Derrick Morgan 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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
the Bar-Kays,
Joyce Sims,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronan,
The Index,
Drexciya,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crime,
Goldenarms,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Music Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun City Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pylon,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Cal Tjader,
Monolake,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Aloha Tigers,
Jacques Brel,
LL Cool J,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Angels of Light,
R.M.O.,
Sonic Youth,
Black Flag,
Kaleidoscope,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scan 7,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.