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 Liberia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
UT,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Guru Guru,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gladiators,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
The Mummies,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Von Mondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Technova,
Basic Channel,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.