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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 Columbus and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic 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?
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Buzzcocks,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Dorothy Ashby,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tim Buckley,
The Monochrome Set,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Aural Exciters,
Toni Rubio,
Black Pus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.