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 Somalia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 Mission of Burma to the punk 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lyres,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
Lakeside,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marvin Gaye,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Kerri Chandler,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Marc Almond,
Gang Gang Dance,
MDC,
Skarface,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
DNA,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.