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 Singapore and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Funky Four + One 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Henry Cow,
Essential Logic,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marvin Gaye,
Bush Tetras,
Can,
Y Pants,
Kerri Chandler,
Intrusion,
Malaria!,
Eddi Front,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gap Band,
E-Dancer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
MDC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wasted Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Wyatt,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Chrome,
ABC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Max Romeo,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.