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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin 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 Busters to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Gang Gang Dance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Wake,
Outsiders,
Idris Muhammad,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blackbyrds,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Smog,
Pole,
Scott Walker,
Tommy Roe,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Audionom,
Pussy Galore,
Michelle Simonal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
The Trojans,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
the Germs,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Eric Copeland,
Skaos,
Wally Richardson,
Second Layer,
Ultra Naté,
Nik Kershaw,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Names,
Q and Not U,
Trumans Water,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.