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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smoke to the rap 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Ossler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
Pierre Henry,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Unwound,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dead C,
Godley & Creme,
Neil Young,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crime,
The Move,
Whodini,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Niagra,
Eurythmics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Trojans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Count Five,
Anakelly,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Rotary Connection,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.