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 Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the punk 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Robert Wyatt,
The Neon Judgement,
Index,
Barbara Tucker,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Joensuu 1685,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick May,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Darondo,
The Dirtbombs,
Harry Pussy,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Cybotron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
X-101,
Vladislav Delay,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
FM Einheit,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Echospace,
Camouflage,
Skriet,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Isaac Hayes,
The Wake,
Duran Duran,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Maleditus Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Nico,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.