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 Afghanistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Deakin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Suicide,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
B.T. Express,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
Scott Walker,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Television Personalities,
MDC,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Heaven 17,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Neon Judgement,
Rekid,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
DJ Style,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
L. Decosne,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
The Kinks,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.