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 Tanzania and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the grunge 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
John Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Heaven 17,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker,
Maleditus Sound,
Mr. Review,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Urselle,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Unwound,
Audionom,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Bang On A Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Monolake,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Smiths,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Das Ding,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.