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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Supertramp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy Collins,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Leonard Cohen,
Gichy Dan,
Peter & Gordon,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Henry Cow,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blossom Toes,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Jawbox,
Minnie Riperton,
Dead Boys,
Deepchord,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
DJ Sneak,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
Bill Wells,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
The Walker Brothers,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Pagans,
Niagra,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.