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 Hungary and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Salvador and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michelle Simonal to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
The Cowsills,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Joe Smooth,
The Mummies,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Harmonia,
Funkadelic,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Outsiders,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
ABC,
Urselle,
The Saints,
Steve Hackett,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Joyce Sims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.