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 Andorra and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Sonny Sharrock to the disco 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Zapp,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magma,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Birthday Party,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sixth Finger,
the Normal,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Scratch Acid,
Wire,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Gong,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cal Tjader,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
Blake Baxter,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Q and Not U,
Gichy Dan,
The Zeros,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.