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 Sweden and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Clear Light,
The Victims,
T.S.O.L.,
Vainqueur,
The Skatalites,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
The Vogues,
Popol Vuh,
Todd Rundgren,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David McCallum,
Motorama,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sarah Menescal,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
John Holt,
David Axelrod,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Scan 7,
The Moody Blues,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Terry,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Accadde A,
the Association,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Khruangbin,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Bluetip,
Liliput,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.