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 Yemen and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Residents,
The Doors,
The Index,
Newcleus,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Copeland,
Talk Talk,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Evens,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Kurtis Blow,
Interpol,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
The Gap Band,
Zapp,
Gong,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.