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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
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 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 Massinfluence 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '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 Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blues Magoos,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Sparks,
The Gap Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Von Mondo,
Popol Vuh,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
D'Angelo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mandrill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Country Teasers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Janne Schatter,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Technova,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Easy Going,
Brothers Johnson,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.