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 Uruguay and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Gang Starr,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erykah Badu,
Crime,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Joey Negro,
Godley & Creme,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Graham Central Station,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Moss Icon,
Lyres,
ABBA,
Jacob Miller,
The Velvet Underground,
Icehouse,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Fluxion,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Association,
Pole,
Freddie Wadling,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.