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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Mighty Diamonds 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
Spandau Ballet,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
Zero Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Misunderstood,
David Bowie,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
The Fugs,
Minutemen,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
10cc,
Siglo XX,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
The Busters,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Stiv Bators,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Bluetip,
Scratch Acid,
Arthur Verocai,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
Junior Murvin,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
Au Pairs,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Pagans,
Make Up,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Wire,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.