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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Lee Hazlewood,
MC5,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Blake Baxter,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Audionom,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Nas,
Icehouse,
The Sisters of Mercy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Juan Atkins,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Sandy B,
The Cowsills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Heaven 17,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
10cc,
The American Breed,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.