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 Eritrea and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
Aswad,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Josef K,
Agent Orange,
Accadde A,
The Beau Brummels,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
The Velvet Underground,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Country Teasers,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
The Last Poets,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Das Ding,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
the Swans,
Ten City,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
The Dead C,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.