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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eddi Front to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Soul II Soul,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Rotary Connection,
Archie Shepp,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Slave,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Bronski Beat,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
James White and The Blacks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Nas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brand Nubian,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Organ,
The Leaves,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Sound,
Mr. Review,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.