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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 snare 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 The Alarm Clocks to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Reagan Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
Section 25,
Rapeman,
Lou Christie,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Smog,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Grauzone,
The Gories,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unwound,
48th St. Collective,
The Barracudas,
Royal Trux,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Ten City,
Nas,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Aloha Tigers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.