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 Honduras and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 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 Cluster to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Can,
Ultimate Spinach,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Monks,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Average White Band,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Boredoms,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Brand Nubian,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Wells,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Grass Roots,
Loose Ends,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Clarke,
Al Stewart,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Tom Boy,
Hardrive,
The Leaves,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Fela Kuti,
Chris Corsano,
Skaos,
Roger Hodgson,
the Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Charles Mingus,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.