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 Congo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 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 snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Second Layer,
Cybotron,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Moss Icon,
The Tremeloes,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The New Christs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
Max Romeo,
48th St. Collective,
the Normal,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tropical Tobacco,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Whodini,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
a-ha,
X-102,
Ornette Coleman,
This Heat,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Infiniti,
Banda Bassotti,
Organ,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Panda Bear,
Marine Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
EPMD,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Arab on Radar,
the Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley,
Piero Umiliani,
Ice-T,
Little Man,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.