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 Ecuador and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Grass Roots to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
One Last Wish,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stockholm Monsters,
AZ,
MDC,
MC5,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Das Ding,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
The Sonics,
F. McDonald,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Stereo Dub,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pere Ubu,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Fugazi,
Skarface,
48th St. Collective,
Thompson Twins,
T. Rex,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Royal Trux,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Al Stewart,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.