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 Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Mojo Men to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Crispian St. Peters,
DNA,
Audionom,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deadbeat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Quantec,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Basic Channel,
Duran Duran,
Magazine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Nico,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Pantaleimon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Dead Boys,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
Joey Negro,
Funky Four + One,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Mars,
Derrick May,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.