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 Philippines and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Junior Murvin to the dance 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
The Gun Club,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Subhumans,
Howard Jones,
Suicide,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Derrick May,
Peter & Gordon,
Duran Duran,
David Axelrod,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Toasters,
The Remains,
Animal Collective,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Buckinghams,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Bob Dylan,
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Litter,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.