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 Zambia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight 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?
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
The Victims,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Trojans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
The Evens,
Camberwell Now,
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Divine Comedy,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
The Dead C,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
Moby Grape,
Fear,
Kayak,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Cal Tjader,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Neu!,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
CMW,
The Busters,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Toasters,
Rekid,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.