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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bill Near to the dance 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Archie Shepp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cymande,
Ronan,
Lightning Bolt,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Soul II Soul,
The Offenders,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Los Fastidios,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soulsonic Force,
The Human League,
Massinfluence,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Terrestrial Tones,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
The American Breed,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Bronski Beat,
Cal Tjader,
10cc,
The Wake,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.