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 Singapore and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Franke to the jazz 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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Danielle Patucci,
Loose Ends,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Oblivians,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Chrome,
Camberwell Now,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed,
Amon Düül,
The Cure,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Terry,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Byron Stingily,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
X-101,
Liliput,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
Guru Guru,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Amazonics,
Aswad,
Infiniti,
Electric Prunes,
Mantronix,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.