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 Austria and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Pantaleimon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Eli Mardock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moody Blues,
The Skatalites,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
U.S. Maple,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Con Funk Shun,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Techniques,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wasted Youth,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Scott Walker,
Underground Resistance,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
The Martian,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
F. McDonald,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bang On A Can,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
The Gories,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.