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 Finland and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Sisters of Mercy to the disco 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Steve Hackett,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Loose Ends,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doors,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Simply Red,
Zapp,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Gladiators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Order,
The Names,
Delon & Dalcan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Malaria!,
The Pop Group,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bauhaus,
Neu!,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.