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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Ice-T to the rap 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Flash Fearless,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
K-Klass,
Quadrant,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
B.T. Express,
Mr. Review,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Fraelich,
The Zeros,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Ohio Players,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
10cc,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The Smiths,
Metal Thangz,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.