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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Cheater Slicks to the dance 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Sun City Girls,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Fraelich,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mantronix,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Sandy B,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Faust,
The Monks,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Make Up,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Warsaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Robert Görl,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.