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 Marshall Islands and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Graham Central Station to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arthur Verocai,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Howard Jones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Vogues,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Danielle Patucci,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fatback Band,
Accadde A,
The Black Dice,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Jandek,
Neu!,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
The Invisible,
Cal Tjader,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Bill Near,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Nils Olav,
The Buckinghams,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
Funky Four + One,
Idris Muhammad,
JFA,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.