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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
DNA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Idris Muhammad,
Motorama,
Frankie Knuckles,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Sight & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Davy DMX,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pylon,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
The Slackers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Mr. Review,
Traffic Nightmare,
Public Enemy,
B.T. Express,
Quando Quango,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Jacques Brel,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Aaron Thompson,
Erasure,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.