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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the electroclash 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Masters at Work,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Harmonia,
Con Funk Shun,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
The Moleskins,
Harry Pussy,
Television Personalities,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Toni Rubio,
Little Man,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
The Names,
Pet Shop Boys,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
World's Most,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
FM Einheit,
Bob Dylan,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Fraelich,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.