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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler 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?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Bronski Beat,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
FM Einheit,
Black Moon,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Duran Duran,
The Slits,
Ken Boothe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
China Crisis,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
the Association,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monks,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Sällskapet,
Piero Umiliani,
Hoover,
Lee Hazlewood,
Das Ding,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.