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 Djibouti 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Iggy Pop to the crunk 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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
EPMD,
Supertramp,
The Wake,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Black Dice,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Massinfluence,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Terry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
Blancmange,
The Remains,
Marmalade,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
Surgeon,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ludus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Leonard Cohen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mandrill,
Carl Craig,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.