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 Croatia and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Boz Scaggs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Skatalites. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Inner City,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
10cc,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Theoretical Girls,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sound,
The Toasters,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
Crooked Eye,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Sneak,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.