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 Brazil and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sister Nancy to the grime 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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Hoover,
Rufus Thomas,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Isaac Hayes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
New Age Steppers,
Guru Guru,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Hood,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
Unwound,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Crime,
Tears for Fears,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Organ,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.