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 Barbados and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sun City Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Bill Wells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
OOIOO,
Black Flag,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Thompson Twins,
Eve St. Jones,
Q and Not U,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Metal Thangz,
Talk Talk,
June of 44,
Main Source,
Stetsasonic,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Juan Atkins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
This Heat,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
FM Einheit,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slave,
The Young Rascals,
Livin' Joy,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.