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 Israel and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the marimba 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 Scott Walker to the jazz 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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne 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?
Skaos,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Make Up,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sex Pistols,
Clear Light,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
MC5,
China Crisis,
The Index,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Ronnie Foster,
Albert Ayler,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Kinks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
Liliput,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Scientists,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Clarke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Moby Grape,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Terry,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.