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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ituana to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Lalann,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Television Personalities,
Echospace,
Ronan,
Yazoo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Dave Gahan,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Danielle Patucci,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Kerri Chandler,
Bill Wells,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Adolescents,
Buzzcocks,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Invisible,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deepchord,
The Happenings,
Robert Wyatt,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.