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 Gabon and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Leaves to the disco 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
Piero Umiliani,
Moebius,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
H. Thieme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade,
Cal Tjader,
The Raincoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Henry Cow,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
CMW,
Mad Mike,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Stockholm Monsters,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Green,
Flipper,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
In Retrospect,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers,
Das Ding,
Intrusion,
Swell Maps,
Jacques Brel,
Maurizio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wally Richardson,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.