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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Johnny Clarke,
One Last Wish,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Tubeway Army,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bluetip,
The Real Kids,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
Qualms,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arab on Radar,
Ituana,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Intrusion,
the Association,
Wings,
Morten Harket,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Kayak,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
Fatback Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lungfish,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.