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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
the Germs,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
Interpol,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Sex Pistols,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Cal Tjader,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oblivians,
Roxette,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Eurythmics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Inner City,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nirvana,
Al Stewart,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Faust,
Funkadelic,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
the Human League,
T.S.O.L.,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.