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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Al Stewart,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Cheater Slicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Kayak,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bill Wells,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
Smog,
Grauzone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deadbeat,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quadrant,
Black Sheep,
Bluetip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Enemy,
Faust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
kango's stein massive,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.