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 Italy and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skaos to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
Half Japanese,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dark Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Boz Scaggs,
Gong,
The Fuzztones,
David Axelrod,
Lower 48,
Marc Almond,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Easy Going,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Soft Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tres Demented,
Altered Images,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
Joe Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.