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 Tajikistan and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Soul Sonic Force to the dance 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Idris Muhammad,
China Crisis,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Buzzcocks,
The Skatalites,
The United States of America,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
F. McDonald,
Wasted Youth,
The Leaves,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Kinks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Faust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
The Black Dice,
The Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
The Techniques,
Soulsonic Force,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Magma,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joyce Sims,
Television,
Schoolly D,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Stiv Bators,
Crispy Ambulance,
EPMD,
Unrelated Segments,
Cluster,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.