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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Peter and Kerry,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Zeros,
The Mummies,
Pagans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Hashim,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
CMW,
Khruangbin,
Main Source,
Boz Scaggs,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Skarface,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Stetsasonic,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Blancmange,
the Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Siglo XX,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Doors,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.