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 Micronesia and from Halifax.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 Blossom Toes 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Graham Central Station,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Christie,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lower 48,
Boredoms,
Sugar Minott,
Radio Birdman,
Letta Mbulu,
Soul Sonic Force,
CMW,
Robert Görl,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Dark Day,
Circle Jerks,
The Stooges,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arcadia,
The Martian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gong,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.