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 Paraguay and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Deadbeat,
Marmalade,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Nas,
Unrelated Segments,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mandrill,
Ten City,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Masters at Work,
Crooked Eye,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bronski Beat,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Black Pus,
The Black Dice,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
X-101,
Blancmange,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Icehouse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Organ,
Gong,
The Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.