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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Aural Exciters to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Dawn Penn,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Grey Daturas,
Wings,
The Evens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Bang On A Can,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Stetsasonic,
The Trojans,
Interpol,
Neil Young,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Stiv Bators,
Josef K,
Scratch Acid,
Theoretical Girls,
Parry Music,
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
Mary Jane Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Motions,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Thompson Twins,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.