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 Marshall Islands and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Supertramp to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
One Last Wish,
X-102,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
The Martian,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Todd Terry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
Make Up,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Roxy Music,
Desert Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Mad Mike,
Rod Modell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Scientists,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Reagan Youth,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.