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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the punk 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Parry Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick May,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maurizio,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hot Snakes,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Arab on Radar,
Television Personalities,
Chrome,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Black Flag,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Adolescents,
The Searchers,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalann,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Little Man,
Lower 48,
Funky Four + One,
The Dead C,
the Human League,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.