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 Botswana and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Ralphi Rosario to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Sound,
Wire,
The Index,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Nick Fraelich,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Cybotron,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deepchord,
Skriet,
Monolake,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
The Blues Magoos,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
Severed Heads,
Zapp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flipper,
Groovy Waters,
Darondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.