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 Togo and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Sherman,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
The Human League,
Desert Stars,
The Stooges,
Ice-T,
Clear Light,
Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
Kurtis Blow,
Neu!,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Sonic Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Reuben Wilson,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Audionom,
the Association,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Pussy Galore,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Half Japanese,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Little Man,
The Evens,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stiv Bators,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.