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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Dark Day to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro 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?
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eurythmics,
Pylon,
Jawbox,
Mars,
Radio Birdman,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Albert Ayler,
Magazine,
Traffic Nightmare,
Massinfluence,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rotary Connection,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Quantec,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Fear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABC,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
Bootsy Collins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Christie,
Fad Gadget,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
Wings,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
AZ,
Schoolly D,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grauzone,
DNA,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.