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 Korea North and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Hardrive to the dance 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Lindisfarne,
Matthew Halsall,
Interpol,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Nick Fraelich,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Black Flag,
Essential Logic,
Arthur Verocai,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Davy DMX,
Gabor Szabo,
DJ Style,
Roxy Music,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joey Negro,
Crispy Ambulance,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Lalann,
cv313,
Roy Ayers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Barracudas,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pussy Galore,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Angry Samoans,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
The Last Poets,
The Mummies,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.