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 Mauritius 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Max Romeo,
Zapp,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Agent Orange,
Camouflage,
E-Dancer,
Henry Cow,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Germs,
June Days,
The New Christs,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Tom Boy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Adolescents,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
Whodini,
Bronski Beat,
Loose Ends,
Joe Smooth,
Tropical Tobacco,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.