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 Bahrain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rock 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Alton Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
Sight & Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doors,
Bluetip,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Erasure,
Swans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Essential Logic,
Franke,
Mantronix,
T.S.O.L.,
Slave,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
MDC,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.