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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Tubeway Army to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
the Slits,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Ituana,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joensuu 1685,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ice-T,
Mission of Burma,
Franke,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Yazoo,
T.S.O.L.,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cowsills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Heaven 17,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Inner City,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.