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 the UAE and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Nirvana,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Crime,
Zero Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Oneida,
Liliput,
Ten City,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Judy Mowatt,
Groovy Waters,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Main Source,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
Chris & Cosey,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Neon Judgement,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Angels of Light,
Little Man,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
The Moody Blues,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.