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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Doors,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Warsaw,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Slits,
Lyres,
The Cowsills,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Boredoms,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
AZ,
Sugar Minott,
Technova,
Mars,
The Fuzztones,
The Red Krayola,
Bush Tetras,
Schoolly D,
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.