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 China and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Dave Clark Five to the crunk 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lakeside,
Panda Bear,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fall,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
In Retrospect,
Drive Like Jehu,
Franke,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bluetip,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Bang On A Can,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Letta Mbulu,
X-Ray Spex,
One Last Wish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
T. Rex,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Erasure,
Idris Muhammad,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Skarface,
The Names,
The Fugs,
Faraquet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Terry Callier,
The Happenings,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.