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 Korea North and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Radiohead to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Lower 48,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deepchord,
the Human League,
The Slits,
The Move,
Mandrill,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Wolf Eyes,
Basic Channel,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
X-Ray Spex,
Mission of Burma,
Funkadelic,
The Pretty Things,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arab on Radar,
Al Stewart,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Surgeon,
Eli Mardock,
Yellowson,
Sandy B,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dave Gahan,
Marshall Jefferson,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Marine Girls,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.