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 Azerbaijan and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fania All-Stars to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Unwound,
Loose Ends,
Moebius,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Qualms,
Interpol,
the Germs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks,
Idris Muhammad,
New York Dolls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lower 48,
Grey Daturas,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ludus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Pole,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Vladislav Delay,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Ponytail,
Visage,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.