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 Kazakhstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 The Searchers to the crunk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Country Teasers,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scion,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monks,
EPMD,
Max Romeo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pere Ubu,
Oblivians,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
AZ,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Neu!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang of Four,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.