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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Matthew Halsall to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Pretty Things,
Piero Umiliani,
The Motions,
Susan Cadogan,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Alphaville,
The Dead C,
Albert Ayler,
Soul II Soul,
Camouflage,
Henry Cow,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
The Cramps,
Angry Samoans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roxy Music,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Das Ding,
Lungfish,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
48th St. Collective,
Carl Craig,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gladiators,
The Saints,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.