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 South Sudan and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the funk 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
FM Einheit,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Davy DMX,
June of 44,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
The Last Poets,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Rakim,
Patti Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
the Normal,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Aloha Tigers,
Eve St. Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.