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 Thailand and from New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Index,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crooked Eye,
The Zeros,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Michelle Simonal,
Rakim,
Fatback Band,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gong,
B.T. Express,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
The Techniques,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Severed Heads,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
Magma,
Neu!,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.