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 Slovakia and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 The Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barrington Levy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Parry Music,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
The Dead C,
CMW,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
cv313,
JFA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lucky Dragons,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Grass Roots,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.