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 Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Soulsonic Force,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
Jeff Mills,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Letta Mbulu,
Sex Pistols,
Roxette,
Rufus Thomas,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
D'Angelo,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Terry Callier,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.