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 Guatemala and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 David Bowie 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 Hashim to the techno 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
10cc,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Massinfluence,
Groovy Waters,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
The Motions,
MC5,
The Raincoats,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
The American Breed,
Sex Pistols,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radio Birdman,
Chrome,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Sällskapet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
The Fortunes,
Black Flag,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
EPMD,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slave,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Nico,
This Heat,
Goldenarms,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Lalann,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.