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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Gang of Four,
UT,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim,
Jeff Lynne,
Chrome,
Audionom,
AZ,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
The Young Rascals,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Simply Red,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
The Selecter,
Crime,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
The Smoke,
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Divine Comedy,
Japan,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Icehouse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Ornette Coleman,
Eve St. Jones,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.