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 Laos and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Motorama,
Idris Muhammad,
Hot Snakes,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Vainqueur,
X-Ray Spex,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Young Rascals,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Q65,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barry Ungar,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
48th St. Collective,
R.M.O.,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.