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 Libya and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Stockholm Monsters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar 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 guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Alison Limerick,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO,
Symarip,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Hot Snakes,
Dead Boys,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Public Enemy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
B.T. Express,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
K-Klass,
the Slits,
Cameo,
the Normal,
Charles Mingus,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rod Modell,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Josef K,
Lower 48,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.