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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Modern Lovers,
Skriet,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Terry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dead Boys,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Charles Mingus,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cramps,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joyce Sims,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monks,
New Order,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Kinks,
Moss Icon,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Hashim,
CMW,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.