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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Jacob Miller,
Hashim,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mummies,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
MDC,
Mandrill,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
Black Bananas,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
the Swans,
Liliput,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kayak,
Main Source,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeff Lynne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nils Olav,
Iggy Pop,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Icehouse,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Walker Brothers,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Kerrie Biddell,
In Retrospect,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Severed Heads,
The Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
The Busters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.