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 Slovenia and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye 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 rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Spandau Ballet,
The United States of America,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
Faust,
Lungfish,
R.M.O.,
Mr. Review,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David McCallum,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Minor Threat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bill Wells,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Severed Heads,
Amon Düül,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Sonics,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.