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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
EPMD,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Scrapy,
the Bar-Kays,
Michelle Simonal,
The Trojans,
Kurtis Blow,
Scientists,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Inner City,
The Misunderstood,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Matthew Bourne,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
The Skatalites,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Zeros,
Graham Central Station,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Judy Mowatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Bluetip,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.