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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 10cc to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Sneak,
Laurel Aitken,
10cc,
Stereo Dub,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
48th St. Collective,
Television,
Leonard Cohen,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Can,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
The Trojans,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
Technova,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Axelrod,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Erasure,
Little Man,
Altered Images,
Jacob Miller,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Pantytec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television Personalities,
Scan 7,
Jesper Dahlback,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.