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 Argentina and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Quantec,
Intrusion,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
Nils Olav,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
The Selecter,
The Fugs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Newcleus,
The Velvet Underground,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
The Fuzztones,
Q65,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
The Gun Club,
Maurizio,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.