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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Derrick Morgan,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Don Cherry,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
The Angels of Light,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minutemen,
Freddie Wadling,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
The Mummies,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Letta Mbulu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Angry Samoans,
LL Cool J,
Theoretical Girls,
Newcleus,
Amon Düül II,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.