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 Mauritius and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Yaz,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalann,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Tomorrow,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
K-Klass,
Moby Grape,
The Moody Blues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
The Monks,
Delta 5,
Peter & Gordon,
Crooked Eye,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drexciya,
Derrick Morgan,
Country Teasers,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Brick,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smiths,
Dual Sessions,
Camberwell Now,
Goldenarms,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Quantec,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Alphaville,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.