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 Brunei and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Motorama,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Angels of Light,
Juan Atkins,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
Tommy Roe,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lightning Bolt,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Copeland,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Deakin,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
KRS-One,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Toni Rubio,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Soul II Soul,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.