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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 Stockholm and Taipei.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
John Holt,
Hasil Adkins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Tomorrow,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Simply Red,
Nirvana,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
June Days,
Audionom,
Stereo Dub,
Dave Gahan,
Davy DMX,
LL Cool J,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Alison Limerick,
Chrome,
Jeff Lynne,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roxette,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Fear,
The Associates,
Deepchord,
Jacques Brel,
Index,
Sixth Finger,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lower 48,
the Soft Cell,
the Germs,
Circle Jerks,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.