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 Tuvalu and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
Simply Red,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
CMW,
Bob Dylan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Average White Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Arcadia,
Max Romeo,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
John Holt,
The Martian,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
The Techniques,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Görl,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
The Searchers,
The Skatalites,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
cv313,
DJ Style,
Toni Rubio,
Ituana,
Supertramp,
The Move,
Sparks,
Suicide,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.