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 Andorra and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Minutemen to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Minnie Riperton,
Albert Ayler,
ABBA,
The Music Machine,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
The Happenings,
Severed Heads,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Colin Newman,
Infiniti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
Joey Negro,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.