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 Spain and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gories to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Busters. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Remains,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skriet,
Kenny Larkin,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Audionom,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anakelly,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Dave Gahan,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Wells,
Black Flag,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Stooges,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
Jawbox,
the Soft Cell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
The Motions,
The Wake,
Erasure,
Matthew Bourne,
Tres Demented,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Graham Central Station,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Skatalites,
Camberwell Now,
Zapp,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Ken Boothe,
Prince Buster,
Yaz,
Q65,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.