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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tim Buckley,
Erasure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The Detroit Cobras,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Selecter,
X-101,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Smooth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Warren Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Scrapy,
Kurtis Blow,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Howard Jones,
Arab on Radar,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Radiohead,
Cal Tjader,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Last Poets,
Essential Logic,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.