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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Malaria!,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Reed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gladiators,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Michelle Simonal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
F. McDonald,
Godley & Creme,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Lalann,
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Barbara Tucker,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moody Blues,
The Cramps,
Crime,
The Pretty Things,
Outsiders,
Oblivians,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Guru Guru,
The Litter,
Icehouse,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.