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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Country Joe & The Fish to the crunk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
E-Dancer,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
The Cowsills,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
Howard Jones,
Surgeon,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Saccharine Trust,
Fad Gadget,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Duran Duran,
Intrusion,
L. Decosne,
Slave,
The Sound,
CMW,
Crime,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Terry Callier,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Minutemen,
Y Pants,
Erasure,
Steve Hackett,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Remains,
A Certain Ratio,
Supertramp,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Ultra Naté,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.