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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Techniques to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Dark Day,
PIL,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Max Romeo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Robert Wyatt,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
Can,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Bobby Womack,
the Germs,
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Junior Murvin,
Radiohead,
The Martian,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
The Offenders,
Fat Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Roxette,
The Black Dice,
Blancmange,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.