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 Kyrgyzstan and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 The Vogues to the crunk 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Saccharine Trust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
The Vogues,
Letta Mbulu,
Yellowson,
Minny Pops,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sandy B,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
Steve Hackett,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The United States of America,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pussy Galore,
Yaz,
Qualms,
LL Cool J,
Michelle Simonal,
The Standells,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
Urselle,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stereo Dub,
Grey Daturas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.