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 Afghanistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Move to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Newcleus,
Lungfish,
Flipper,
Robert Hood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
The Golliwogs,
Michelle Simonal,
Toni Rubio,
New York Dolls,
The Red Krayola,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sugar Minott,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Little Man,
Liliput,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Darondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Brand Nubian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.