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 Barbados and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlback to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
DNA,
Darondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Heaven 17,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Ohio Players,
Dark Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Funkadelic,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Prunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Minny Pops,
Lou Christie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Can,
Malaria!,
The Offenders,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Pere Ubu,
Y Pants,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.