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 Senegal 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Black Sheep to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band 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?
Matthew Bourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blackbyrds,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Sixth Finger,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Almond,
Flamin' Groovies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Banda Bassotti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
48th St. Collective,
H. Thieme,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Blake Baxter,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Bobby Byrd,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Eric B and Rakim,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Funky Four + One,
T. Rex,
Moebius,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.