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 Montenegro and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Fall to the grunge 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Quadrant,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
Big Daddy Kane,
Darondo,
The American Breed,
The Invisible,
Kerrie Biddell,
JFA,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Moebius,
Black Flag,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Faust,
Slave,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Zero Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Maurizio,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Gichy Dan,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Harmonia,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.