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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Roger Hodgson to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
The Modern Lovers,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
The Dirtbombs,
New Age Steppers,
Niagra,
Gabor Szabo,
Blake Baxter,
The Beau Brummels,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Davy DMX,
Zero Boys,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Metal Thangz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.