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 Dominica and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Lou Reed 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 Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fugazi,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Moebius,
the Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
The Seeds,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Josef K,
The Litter,
Ken Boothe,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Clear Light,
June Days,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Public Enemy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Cluster,
Black Flag,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
The Martian,
the Normal,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Accadde A,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Bang On A Can,
Peter & Gordon,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.