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 St Lucia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Subhumans to the rock 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Pierre Henry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
Cecil Taylor,
K-Klass,
Charles Mingus,
Deadbeat,
Deakin,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
cv313,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Steve Hackett,
Scratch Acid,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Supertramp,
Malaria!,
UT,
Half Japanese,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
The Misunderstood,
Amon Düül,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
Buzzcocks,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.