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 Kosovo and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Sugar Minott to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Pussy Galore,
the Human League,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Rufus Thomas,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
X-102,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Judy Mowatt,
Thee Headcoats,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Lynne,
Mission of Burma,
Sonny Sharrock,
Oblivians,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Shoche,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Godley & Creme,
Rites of Spring,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Clear Light,
Kaleidoscope,
Cluster,
Scion,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Make Up,
Scientists,
Desert Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
the Germs,
Excepter,
Smog,
Eli Mardock,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.