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 Uganda 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Ultravox to the rock 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
cv313,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pantaleimon,
Urselle,
Dennis Brown,
Lower 48,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Flash Fearless,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
The Searchers,
Eurythmics,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quantec,
LL Cool J,
T. Rex,
The Walker Brothers,
Fugazi,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
The Real Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
Rites of Spring,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.