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 Turkey and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fear to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a sitar 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Tears for Fears,
Masters at Work,
Rod Modell,
Kurtis Blow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Urselle,
The Toasters,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Wings,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
Susan Cadogan,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Cure,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Eric B and Rakim,
Babytalk,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
Buzzcocks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Buckinghams,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Albert Ayler,
The Last Poets,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Kayak,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.