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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Peter and Kerry to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Bronski Beat,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Gong,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronnie Foster,
Lindisfarne,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Barbara Tucker,
David Bowie,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Chrome,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Camberwell Now,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skarface,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.