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 Tanzania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
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 Pere Ubu to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Associates,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
Byron Stingily,
Con Funk Shun,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Electric Prunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Offenders,
Mars,
Interpol,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Skriet,
Minnie Riperton,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brass Construction,
Sparks,
Infiniti,
the Slits,
Stereo Dub,
Aswad,
Ice-T,
Mad Mike,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
PIL,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
Nils Olav,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Au Pairs,
The Star Department,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Massinfluence,
Bill Wells,
Echospace,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.