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 Guatemala and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Joensuu 1685,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Gang Gang Dance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Public Enemy,
The Dead C,
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Sun City Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Flash Fearless,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
The Gladiators,
Brothers Johnson,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Minutemen,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Amon Düül,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.