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 Barbados and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Howard Jones to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
The Toasters,
Symarip,
Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slackers,
Charles Mingus,
Sun Ra,
Fluxion,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
48th St. Collective,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Funkadelic,
The Barracudas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Jeff Mills,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
the Germs,
Pantytec,
Radio Birdman,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Deakin,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alison Limerick,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Piero Umiliani,
The Evens,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultravox,
World's Most,
Peter & Gordon,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
The Pop Group,
Newcleus,
Man Parrish,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.