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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
K-Klass,
Slave,
Simply Red,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
T. Rex,
Index,
Inner City,
Matthew Halsall,
Letta Mbulu,
The Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boredoms,
Harry Pussy,
Aswad,
Matthew Bourne,
Severed Heads,
Whodini,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
The Angels of Light,
Vainqueur,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
Grauzone,
Joy Division,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
Sarah Menescal,
Tears for Fears,
Amon Düül,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Rekid,
The Happenings,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.