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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Newcleus to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Susan Cadogan,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
The Black Dice,
The Moleskins,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Masters at Work,
Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Howard Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Godley & Creme,
the Soft Cell,
Ornette Coleman,
Joe Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Niagra,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joyce Sims,
Hasil Adkins,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Swans,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.