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 Iran and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar 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 Black Sheep to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Electric Prunes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sparks,
The Cramps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Scrapy,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
David Bowie,
T. Rex,
The Searchers,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
The Techniques,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Marine Girls,
Television,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Can,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moby Grape,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Yusef Lateef,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
John Lydon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Excepter,
Thee Headcoats,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.