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 Peru and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra,
Thee Headcoats,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Scientists,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
MC5,
Sällskapet,
Sam Rivers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Modern Lovers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fat Boys,
Surgeon,
Index,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Coltrane,
Gang of Four,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Mark Hollis,
Malaria!,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.