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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Porter Ricks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Moleskins,
Royal Trux,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Halsall,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
Carl Craig,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Delta 5,
The Barracudas,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Mars,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.