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 Greece and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wasted Youth,
Aural Exciters,
the Normal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül,
Warsaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Can,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rod Modell,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
The Offenders,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Black Flag,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Pantytec,
T. Rex,
Chris Corsano,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.