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 Cape Verde and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
Youth Brigade,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Mills,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
The Standells,
B.T. Express,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Wolf Eyes,
The American Breed,
Slick Rick,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Delta 5,
The Litter,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Saints,
ABC,
Matthew Bourne,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
Lebanon Hanover,
Vainqueur,
Loose Ends,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mary Jane Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.