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 Panama and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Neil Young,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Roxette,
Eli Mardock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Radiohead,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Loose Ends,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Bronski Beat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
The Fuzztones,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
Easy Going,
the Germs,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.