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 Kazakhstan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Zero Boys to the disco 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Görl,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
ABBA,
Audionom,
Connie Case,
David McCallum,
The Divine Comedy,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Neil Young,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Eric Dolphy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Monks,
Absolute Body Control,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Kas Product,
Stockholm Monsters,
Schoolly D,
Slick Rick,
Moss Icon,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.