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 Croatia and from Paris.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rekid,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Bobbi Humphrey,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Little Man,
Stereo Dub,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Rosa Yemen,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Malaria!,
Spoonie Gee,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Mission of Burma,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Icehouse,
Smog,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
The Index,
D'Angelo,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hot Snakes,
Panda Bear,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Angels of Light,
Ponytail,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.