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 Bhutan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Roy Ayers,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
FM Einheit,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Inner City,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Section 25,
Ohio Players,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
Oblivians,
Yusef Lateef,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Absolute Body Control,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scrapy,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
T. Rex,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
ABBA,
Visage,
Warsaw,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kerri Chandler,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Real Kids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
Aural Exciters,
Steve Hackett,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.