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 Sri Lanka and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nils Olav,
Juan Atkins,
Sugar Minott,
Con Funk Shun,
Duran Duran,
10cc,
Yellowson,
Howard Jones,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Aswad,
Vainqueur,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Cymande,
Pulsallama,
The Move,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Litter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Jawbox,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.