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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the crunk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
D'Angelo,
Skaos,
Maurizio,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Depeche Mode,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Raincoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Near,
Motorama,
Brass Construction,
Sam Rivers,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
John Coltrane,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ponytail,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
The Star Department,
The Dave Clark Five,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
Magazine,
Kaleidoscope,
Arab on Radar,
Joyce Sims,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Bad Manners,
The Victims,
The Fuzztones,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.