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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Nico,
The Fall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Can,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Robert Wyatt,
Connie Case,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sound,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Goldenarms,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Rapeman,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sight & Sound,
The Selecter,
Niagra,
Vladislav Delay,
Monolake,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pretty Things,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Traffic Nightmare,
Talk Talk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Skriet,
Scion,
Au Pairs,
Grauzone,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.