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 Panama and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
Faraquet,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Ten City,
Jacques Brel,
Trumans Water,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
T. Rex,
Minor Threat,
Fad Gadget,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Quando Quango,
In Retrospect,
The Seeds,
B.T. Express,
Yazoo,
Pussy Galore,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Outsiders,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
New York Dolls,
Hot Snakes,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.