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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Qualms to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fortunes,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
D'Angelo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Schoolly D,
Faust,
The Associates,
Gang of Four,
Gong,
Lightning Bolt,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
The Fall,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
the Bar-Kays,
Fluxion,
Joe Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.