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 South Africa and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crooked Eye,
Wolf Eyes,
Organ,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joy Division,
Soulsonic Force,
Ponytail,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
The Real Kids,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Angry Samoans,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Severed Heads,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Iggy Pop,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Massinfluence,
Kurtis Blow,
Oneida,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
The Moody Blues,
Ten City,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
UT,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.