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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Todd Rundgren,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Little Man,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Pulsallama,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Monks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
The Names,
Kaleidoscope,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sonny Sharrock,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sight & Sound,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Arcadia,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sixth Finger,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lower 48,
Rotary Connection,
A Certain Ratio,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Cameo,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.