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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Mummies to the disco 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Vogues,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
the Human League,
The United States of America,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
The Cramps,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Skriet,
World's Most,
ABBA,
Little Man,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Soul II Soul,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Magazine,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
EPMD,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
The Pretty Things,
James White and The Blacks,
The Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.