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 Belgium and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the grunge 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
The Neon Judgement,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
E-Dancer,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Franke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Fear,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Drexciya,
Jerry's Kids,
Delta 5,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
The Doors,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
Blake Baxter,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.