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 St Lucia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the grunge 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Flag,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fuzztones,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cybotron,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul II Soul,
The Monochrome Set,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Derrick May,
Davy DMX,
B.T. Express,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Joey Negro,
DJ Sneak,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Negative Approach,
UT,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Wasted Youth,
Jandek,
Boz Scaggs,
Crooked Eye,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.