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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Zero Boys to the grunge 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül II,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
MC5,
Bobby Womack,
Sound Behaviour,
the Bar-Kays,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Animal Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Johnny Clarke,
MDC,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Cell,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Au Pairs,
Ultravox,
Malaria!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Remains,
PIL,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Monks,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nik Kershaw,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yaz,
Lungfish,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.