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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Golliwogs,
The Knickerbockers,
John Foxx,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
Bobby Byrd,
Sarah Menescal,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skarface,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The United States of America,
Index,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Camouflage,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chris Corsano,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
The Alarm Clocks,
Whodini,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Kenny Larkin,
The Offenders,
The Five Americans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.