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 Iceland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Zero Boys to the funk 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Beau Brummels,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
The Moleskins,
the Human League,
Scrapy,
The Pretty Things,
The Grass Roots,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
China Crisis,
Essential Logic,
cv313,
Joe Finger,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
The Residents,
The Gun Club,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Quadrant,
Boredoms,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soul II Soul,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Avey Tare,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Moss Icon,
Alphaville,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.