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 Seychelles and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Slave to the jazz 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Smog,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Deepchord,
This Heat,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxette,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lower 48,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nirvana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dawn Penn,
Quando Quango,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Connie Case,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Derrick Morgan,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.