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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Scan 7 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
cv313,
The Move,
David Axelrod,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
June of 44,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Last Poets,
Deakin,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Johnny Clarke,
Cluster,
Yaz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scrapy,
Robert Görl,
Drexciya,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
The Pop Group,
OOIOO,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eve St. Jones,
Kurtis Blow,
Camberwell Now,
Josef K,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Fat Boys,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.