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 San Marino and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 The Victims to the dance 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
John Holt,
Saccharine Trust,
Flash Fearless,
Oneida,
a-ha,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Howard Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Funkadelic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mandrill,
Gichy Dan,
Graham Central Station,
Idris Muhammad,
Animal Collective,
Spoonie Gee,
Pylon,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
FM Einheit,
The Birthday Party,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gap Band,
DNA,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Erasure,
The Dirtbombs,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.