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 Comoros and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
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 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 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 Cal Tjader to the crunk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Roger Hodgson,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slackers,
The Monochrome Set,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Dead Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Kenny Larkin,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Pole,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pierre Henry,
Robert Görl,
Quantec,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Blossom Toes,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.