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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro 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 Mummies to the rock 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eurythmics,
FM Einheit,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Wings,
Soul II Soul,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Man Parrish,
Derrick May,
Technova,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Basic Channel,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pylon,
Sight & Sound,
Television,
The Slackers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Simply Red,
The Slits,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Underground Resistance,
Matthew Halsall,
Arcadia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.