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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Niagra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Rod Modell,
The Tremeloes,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zero Boys,
Brick,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tom Boy,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül II,
Au Pairs,
Sexual Harrassment,
kango's stein massive,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Danielle Patucci,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Technova,
JFA,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Section 25,
The Black Dice,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Youth Brigade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.