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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the punk 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Essential Logic,
Ralphi Rosario,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Real Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Black Pus,
Sight & Sound,
Mantronix,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
One Last Wish,
Joe Smooth,
Pylon,
Slick Rick,
Al Stewart,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
Average White Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Urselle,
Jandek,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Severed Heads,
Television Personalities,
Whodini,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reagan Youth,
Oblivians,
Mission of Burma,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
Wings,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.