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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Livin' Joy 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stockholm Monsters,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eli Mardock,
Ice-T,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Average White Band,
The Gladiators,
Supertramp,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Mummies,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Vainqueur,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Grey Daturas,
Kenny Larkin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Joe Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The New Christs,
Schoolly D,
Depeche Mode,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tubeway Army,
Chris Corsano,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.