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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rap 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Essential Logic,
Subhumans,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Bauhaus,
World's Most,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Junior Murvin,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Isaac Hayes,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
ABC,
Delta 5,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Letta Mbulu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Josef K,
MC5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Banda Bassotti,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Lungfish,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arcadia,
The Count Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.