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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 The Moleskins 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
The Alarm Clocks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
KRS-One,
The Names,
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Desert Stars,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Erykah Badu,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
Jacques Brel,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magazine,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
The Moleskins,
Joensuu 1685,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
Fluxion,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Barbara Tucker,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Stereo Dub,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.