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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 The Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
Lou Christie,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Josef K,
Faust,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
The Durutti Column,
June of 44,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
World's Most,
Nik Kershaw,
Ponytail,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Coltrane,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Niagra,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roxette,
Kurtis Blow,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
F. McDonald,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
OOIOO,
Young Marble Giants,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Ludus,
Can,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.