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 Mauritania and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thompson Twins to the grime 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Anthony Braxton,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
The Fortunes,
June of 44,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Con Funk Shun,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
World's Most,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Animal Collective,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wings,
Pole,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stockholm Monsters,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Minor Threat,
Chris & Cosey,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Monks,
The United States of America,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.