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 Suriname and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
Marine Girls,
Fugazi,
Mandrill,
Sun City Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Heaven 17,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fluxion,
Brass Construction,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Harmonia,
Yusef Lateef,
Subhumans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Con Funk Shun,
The Index,
The Victims,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
Joy Division,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bob Dylan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
U.S. Maple,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tommy Roe,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.