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 Papua New Guinea and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Sherman,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Freddie Wadling,
The Index,
This Heat,
Yaz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Television,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
Scientists,
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Offenders,
Pere Ubu,
David McCallum,
The United States of America,
Gang Starr,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Robert Hood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Mad Mike,
Sight & Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.