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 Albania 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Sugar Minott,
Kevin Saunderson,
Scratch Acid,
the Bar-Kays,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
PIL,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Man Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Lee Hazlewood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Deepchord,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
The Vogues,
MC5,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Tomorrow,
Todd Terry,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Tubeway Army,
Sonny Sharrock,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.