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 Cameroon and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Velvet Underground to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Gong,
Cal Tjader,
Minny Pops,
Tomorrow,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Grass Roots,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alton Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
David Bowie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.