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 Tanzania and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Joey Negro,
The Human League,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Nirvana,
EPMD,
Fatback Band,
Lungfish,
Spandau Ballet,
Inner City,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Eve St. Jones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Martian,
The Star Department,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bill Near,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Excepter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Urselle,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Con Funk Shun,
Ice-T,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hoover,
Grauzone,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.