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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tommy Roe,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Y Pants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Monolake,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
AZ,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Althea and Donna,
The Monks,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Harmonia,
Angry Samoans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soul II Soul,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Amon Düül,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Spoonie Gee,
Ice-T,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.