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 Nauru 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Basic Channel to the crunk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sällskapet,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Matthew Bourne,
Soft Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Hoover,
Niagra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rosa Yemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Monolake,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
Max Romeo,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Darondo,
Organ,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tears for Fears,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
B.T. Express,
Sixth Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Bowie,
Television,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Oneida,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rekid,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.