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 Croatia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Buckinghams,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Raincoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
Agitation Free,
The Music Machine,
Vainqueur,
Negative Approach,
Eli Mardock,
The Fall,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Rod Modell,
Gong,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy Collins,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Joensuu 1685,
Pierre Henry,
The Toasters,
Sun City Girls,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
Grauzone,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.