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 Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Deadbeat to the funk 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Kerrie Biddell,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Amon Düül II,
Throbbing Gristle,
Model 500,
Eddi Front,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Malaria!,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tears for Fears,
Simply Red,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cowsills,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
Smog,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Mad Mike,
Bob Dylan,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.