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 Luxembourg and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 MC5 to the grime 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
kango's stein massive,
Saccharine Trust,
Interpol,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Halsall,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Count Five,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Lindisfarne,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
The Grass Roots,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Soft Cell,
Slave,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
Hoover,
Juan Atkins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Sarah Menescal,
Lungfish,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Womack,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
Little Man,
The Remains,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Peter & Gordon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roy Ayers,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.