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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Brothers Johnson,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Tres Demented,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Erykah Badu,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Joyce Sims,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sugar Minott,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Dennis Brown,
UT,
Sun City Girls,
The Slits,
Wasted Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Desert Stars,
Derrick May,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Ronan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.