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 Lebanon and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Rosa Yemen to the grunge 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
The Pop Group,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eli Mardock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Yazoo,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Womack,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Japan,
Soul II Soul,
Fad Gadget,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
Angry Samoans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.