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 Bahrain and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League 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?
Nas,
Aswad,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Alice Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Severed Heads,
Organ,
The Barracudas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Y Pants,
Guru Guru,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Soulsonic Force,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
The Smiths,
Marc Almond,
Grauzone,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gun Club,
The Skatalites,
Howard Jones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pole,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mummies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.