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 Marshall Islands 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
The Names,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Television,
D'Angelo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dave Gahan,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jacques Brel,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Symarip,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Half Japanese,
Mad Mike,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.