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 Latvia and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Piero Umiliani to the punk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 synthesizer 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 snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Letta Mbulu,
Half Japanese,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Techniques,
Ronan,
Sonic Youth,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Audionom,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
Scion,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Television,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Angry Samoans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Raincoats,
Gong,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.