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 Colombia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Lindisfarne to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
Adolescents,
Cymande,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gastr Del Sol,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Donny Hathaway,
Franke,
Inner City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amazonics,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Can,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
Mars,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Faust,
Davy DMX,
John Foxx,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Eric Copeland,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
The Vogues,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Echospace,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Simply Red,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.