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 Sudan and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Searchers,
The Modern Lovers,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
The Tremeloes,
Mo-Dettes,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
Fad Gadget,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marine Girls,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Inner City,
Man Parrish,
CMW,
Deakin,
The Fortunes,
The Vogues,
Nirvana,
Scientists,
Jacques Brel,
Alison Limerick,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
The Five Americans,
Supertramp,
Make Up,
The Fall,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.