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 Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Barracudas,
The Knickerbockers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Vladislav Delay,
Sugar Minott,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Connie Case,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
Derrick Morgan,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
John Cale,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Saccharine Trust,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Victims,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Royal Trux,
The Birthday Party,
Tomorrow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jacob Miller,
Ice-T,
Derrick May,
Blancmange,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Los Fastidios,
The Gap Band,
Talk Talk,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Das Ding,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.