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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Todd Rundgren,
Tommy Roe,
T.S.O.L.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lalann,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Bluetip,
New Age Steppers,
Rufus Thomas,
Aswad,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barrington Levy,
Con Funk Shun,
Shoche,
Ponytail,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rekid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Make Up,
Newcleus,
Maurizio,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
a-ha,
Quando Quango,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Toni Rubio,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-101,
The Evens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Procol Harum,
The Buckinghams,
The Monochrome Set,
Au Pairs,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Fatback Band,
The Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.