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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 DNA to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Invisible,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pagans,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Half Japanese,
Pantaleimon,
KRS-One,
Joy Division,
Pussy Galore,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rod Modell,
Los Fastidios,
Bootsy Collins,
Ornette Coleman,
Eurythmics,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
Alton Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Man Parrish,
Bluetip,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.