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 Tanzania and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Max Romeo to the disco 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Wire,
Eddi Front,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Foxx,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang of Four,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
Gang Starr,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Pole,
Make Up,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Archie Shepp,
Minutemen,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Average White Band,
Maurizio,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Masters at Work,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
10cc,
Main Source,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.