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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s 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 Eddi Front record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Bang On A Can,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Happenings,
Theoretical Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
David Bowie,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Ossler,
Royal Trux,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Ultimate Spinach,
Brand Nubian,
The Gap Band,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Altered Images,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Tomorrow,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.