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 Thailand and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Oblivians to the rap 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Mission of Burma,
ABC,
These Immortal Souls,
Junior Murvin,
Albert Ayler,
The Zeros,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Wire,
The Wake,
Minny Pops,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
The Kinks,
the Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Tommy Roe,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
The Martian,
Section 25,
Procol Harum,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxy Music,
Liliput,
Siglo XX,
Easy Going,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
The Litter,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harry Pussy,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.