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 Montenegro and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Index to the disco 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
Jawbox,
Ten City,
Brick,
Bauhaus,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Iggy Pop,
Alice Coltrane,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Golliwogs,
The J.B.'s,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
DNA,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Skriet,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Al Stewart,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.