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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Unwound,
Flash Fearless,
Reuben Wilson,
Sarah Menescal,
Hasil Adkins,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
John Lydon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Motorama,
Audionom,
Rapeman,
The Last Poets,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Althea and Donna,
OOIOO,
Dawn Penn,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Letta Mbulu,
Archie Shepp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sandy B,
Henry Cow,
Bronski Beat,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Moss Icon,
Nirvana,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
The Durutti Column,
The Searchers,
Ronan,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.