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 Kenya and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Cameo to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Count Five,
John Holt,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minor Threat,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Buckinghams,
Can,
Subhumans,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
MC5,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
E-Dancer,
Funky Four + One,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
The Gladiators,
Au Pairs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Black Sheep,
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glenn Branca,
The Leaves,
Erasure,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
the Soft Cell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.