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 Antigua and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 DNA to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
the Swans,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Simply Red,
MDC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Aural Exciters,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Todd Terry,
Fugazi,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sam Rivers,
Lyres,
Ronan,
The Standells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shoche,
Donald Byrd,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.