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 Latvia and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Zapp to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
Suburban Knight,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
The Happenings,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Shoche,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Slick Rick,
Andrew Hill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
David Bowie,
The Alarm Clocks,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
the Soft Cell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Slave,
Sight & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.