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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Mummies to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
The Cramps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ossler,
Oneida,
48th St. Collective,
Rakim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Depeche Mode,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Osbourne,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dennis Brown,
Nick Fraelich,
Unwound,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Letta Mbulu,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cowsills,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gabor Szabo,
Yellowson,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.