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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Sarah Menescal to the rock 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Move,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yellowson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
Urselle,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
Malaria!,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Roxette,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ice-T,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fall,
The Doors,
Franke,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scion,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
Rotary Connection,
Index,
Oneida,
This Heat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
DNA,
Country Teasers,
Kaleidoscope,
Junior Murvin,
Eurythmics,
Freddie Wadling,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
Motorama,
Make Up,
The Moleskins,
Colin Newman,
Sixth Finger,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Wolf Eyes,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.