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 Lesotho and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 48th St. Collective to the punk 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a theremin 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 harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
New York Dolls,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Gerry Rafferty,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ice-T,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Excepter,
Section 25,
Tim Buckley,
Kas Product,
Monolake,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Masters at Work,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anakelly,
Dead Boys,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dawn Penn,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drive Like Jehu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
Public Enemy,
Wings,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.