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 Guyana and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
the Sonics,
Yellowson,
Erasure,
Au Pairs,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Mars,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pussy Galore,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Visage,
The Flesh Eaters,
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
Aloha Tigers,
Ludus,
MDC,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
June of 44,
Depeche Mode,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.