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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Masters at Work to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Hardrive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Girls At Our Best!,
Colin Newman,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
John Foxx,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doors,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Anthony Braxton,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
a-ha,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Jeru the Damaja,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joe Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Judy Mowatt,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.