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 Bahamas and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Zapp to the funk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Marvin Gaye,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
China Crisis,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Massinfluence,
Das Ding,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Sun City Girls,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
ABBA,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.