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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Babytalk,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Underground Resistance,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
Cheater Slicks,
Khruangbin,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Silicon Teens,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick May,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One,
The Toasters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grauzone,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harmonia,
Pole,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
Yellowson,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Davy DMX,
The Invisible,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Slits,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.