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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Deakin,
Bad Manners,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Techniques,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yaz,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Tubeway Army,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Brothers Johnson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sun Ra,
Ken Boothe,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Delon & Dalcan,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
John Holt,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Pulsallama,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.