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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Babytalk,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Bill Wells,
Jeff Lynne,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Angels of Light,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
The Skatalites,
Rites of Spring,
Symarip,
Grauzone,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Lebanon Hanover,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
The Blues Magoos,
Tim Buckley,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
Monolake,
Mary Jane Girls,
Japan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Inner City,
Negative Approach,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Oblivians,
Terry Callier,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
The Young Rascals,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.