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 Thailand and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Spandau Ballet to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sparks,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Schoolly D,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minor Threat,
The Victims,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
ABBA,
Livin' Joy,
The Fuzztones,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ken Boothe,
X-101,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Dennis Brown,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
A Certain Ratio,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Avey Tare,
Unwound,
Organ,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wasted Youth,
48th St. Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.