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 the UAE and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Surgeon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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?
Jawbox,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Alison Limerick,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Anakelly,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
AZ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
June of 44,
The Pretty Things,
Brothers Johnson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Q65,
Freddie Wadling,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
The Residents,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Maleditus Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Pole,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra,
Ohio Players,
Barbara Tucker,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.