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 Venezuela and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Visage,
The Monks,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Brick,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
Leonard Cohen,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ice-T,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Soulsonic Force,
Niagra,
Average White Band,
Popol Vuh,
Cal Tjader,
The Motions,
Scion,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sister Nancy,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Sherman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Connie Case,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Pylon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Prince Buster,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Reagan Youth,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.