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 Burkina and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the rock 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Pagans,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Normal,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ludus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New Age Steppers,
E-Dancer,
Lou Christie,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Mission of Burma,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Skriet,
Y Pants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
CMW,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Kayak,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Minor Threat,
Wings,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.