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 Swaziland and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Quantec,
The Toasters,
Pagans,
Yaz,
Trumans Water,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mr. Review,
Alphaville,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Names,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxy Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Ken Boothe,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Faust,
The Pretty Things,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Ultravox,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
The Seeds,
Maurizio,
The Cure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terry Callier,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blake Baxter,
Agitation Free,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Intrusion,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlback,
Von Mondo,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.