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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 T.S.O.L. to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Leonard Cohen,
Model 500,
The Offenders,
the Sonics,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Laurel Aitken,
UT,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Organ,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Make Up,
Metal Thangz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter and Kerry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monochrome Set,
Althea and Donna,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
T. Rex,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
The Selecter,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
Lungfish,
Soft Machine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
X-Ray Spex,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.