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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Quantec to the grunge 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun Ra,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
The Blackbyrds,
Scan 7,
Minny Pops,
Banda Bassotti,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cal Tjader,
Tommy Roe,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
Joyce Sims,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
John Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Bronski Beat,
The Victims,
Susan Cadogan,
Steve Hackett,
Section 25,
ABC,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
Cameo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Funky Four + One,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.