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 Kuwait and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro 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 theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pere Ubu,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül II,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Eric Dolphy,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Patti Smith,
Mo-Dettes,
Stiv Bators,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Bang On A Can,
Flash Fearless,
Outsiders,
Monks,
Sun Ra,
Massinfluence,
Monolake,
Radio Birdman,
Brick,
Excepter,
Magazine,
The Grass Roots,
Underground Resistance,
X-101,
Franke,
The Gladiators,
Stetsasonic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young,
Tim Buckley,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
The Busters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Roger Hodgson,
Ronnie Foster,
the Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
The Dirtbombs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Panda Bear,
X-Ray Spex,
Alison Limerick,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.