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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Eurythmics to the techno 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
The Gun Club,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
June of 44,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Bananas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fad Gadget,
Parry Music,
Tres Demented,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Eurythmics,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Sällskapet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Joyce Sims,
Babytalk,
The Gladiators,
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Audionom,
The Happenings,
Leonard Cohen,
Kaleidoscope,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Supertramp,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visage,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
Monks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.