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 Korea North and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Pantytec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Morten Harket,
Moebius,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Walker Brothers,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crime,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
In Retrospect,
Aaron Thompson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
DNA,
Matthew Bourne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Cal Tjader,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Model 500,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul II Soul,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Alison Limerick,
The Pretty Things,
Terry Callier,
Moby Grape,
Brick,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.