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 Panama and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Steve Hackett to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June Days,
Joe Finger,
Sister Nancy,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Davy DMX,
Archie Shepp,
Cluster,
Rekid,
The Motions,
Peter & Gordon,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Clear Light,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cure,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
The Pop Group,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
ABC,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
One Last Wish,
Ten City,
Severed Heads,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.