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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Reuben Wilson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a snare 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 güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
EPMD,
New York Dolls,
Cluster,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Aural Exciters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Boredoms,
The New Christs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Pere Ubu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
ABBA,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
UT,
Maleditus Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The American Breed,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
Ultra Naté,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slave,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
AZ,
Smog,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cymande,
Josef K,
Organ,
the Swans,
Section 25,
Skaos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.