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 Hungary and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
Yellowson,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
X-102,
Icehouse,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
The American Breed,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Little Man,
Howard Jones,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
10cc,
Leonard Cohen,
The Zeros,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Young Marble Giants,
Guru Guru,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
The Martian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
Mars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fugazi,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Dead C,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.