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 United States and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Wally Richardson to the dance 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Newcleus,
Bill Wells,
Public Enemy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Hill,
Rotary Connection,
Scion,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Pole,
Basic Channel,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
The Dead C,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Beau Brummels,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
CMW,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
Sun City Girls,
Thee Headcoats,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.