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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
The Cure,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
a-ha,
The Kinks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camouflage,
The Neon Judgement,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
Au Pairs,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Fatback Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
48th St. Collective,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Wings,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Mandrill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nick Fraelich,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Y Pants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins,
Pere Ubu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Sandy B,
Cybotron,
The Toasters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.