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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill 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?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Henry Cow,
The Offenders,
Roger Hodgson,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Machine,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Derrick Morgan,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Tremeloes,
Sällskapet,
Can,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Clarke,
Ten City,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Ice-T,
Icehouse,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.