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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 B.T. Express to the jazz 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Nils Olav,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Excepter,
The New Christs,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
CMW,
The Move,
Ultravox,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Drive Like Jehu,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Quantec,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Lindisfarne,
Spandau Ballet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Christie,
Aaron Thompson,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Brand Nubian,
The Selecter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.