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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Main Source,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alton Ellis,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Little Man,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
The Smiths,
Bill Wells,
K-Klass,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Groovy Waters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mark Hollis,
The Remains,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
H. Thieme,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Swans,
Con Funk Shun,
Dual Sessions,
Supertramp,
F. McDonald,
Mars,
The Mojo Men,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
The United States of America,
The Music Machine,
Tres Demented,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Derrick May,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.