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 Zimbabwe and from New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Yusef Lateef,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Cluster,
Amazonics,
Sight & Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bush Tetras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
The Move,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Pierre Henry,
Max Romeo,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Mr. Review,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Black Bananas,
Alphaville,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Al Stewart,
The Seeds,
Black Moon,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sound,
The Litter,
The Slits,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Dennis Brown,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.