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 Bremen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Whodini to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Monks,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Quantec,
Pole,
Idris Muhammad,
Pharoah Sanders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Albert Ayler,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Tom Boy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Jandek,
Au Pairs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Organ,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
PIL,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Evens,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David Bowie,
Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment, Sexual Harrassment.
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.