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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bar-Kays to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Technova,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
The Velvet Underground,
Theoretical Girls,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
Rotary Connection,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxette,
Anakelly,
Minnie Riperton,
Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liliput,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quadrant,
Byron Stingily,
Stiv Bators,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monolake,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Yaz,
Peter and Kerry,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Robert Hood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cheater Slicks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive, kango's stein massive.
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.