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 Yemen and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Roxy Music,
Colin Newman,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rapeman,
Black Bananas,
Moby Grape,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.