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 Guatemala and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 David Bowie 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Star Department,
Tom Boy,
Jawbox,
The Velvet Underground,
The Doobie Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
This Heat,
Liliput,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
The Birthday Party,
Max Romeo,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
Sly & The Family Stone,
These Immortal Souls,
Smog,
The Neon Judgement,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Lindisfarne,
Marc Almond,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Normal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Unrelated Segments,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.