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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Swans,
Ultravox,
Alphaville,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
Quantec,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Parry Music,
10cc,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brand Nubian,
Technova,
Skarface,
Darondo,
Janne Schatter,
Kerri Chandler,
Lightning Bolt,
Au Pairs,
Deakin,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sister Nancy,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pagans,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crooked Eye,
Mandrill,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Minny Pops,
X-102,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.