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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wasted Youth,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
MDC,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Mantronix,
Aural Exciters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
JFA,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Bang On A Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
Kool Moe Dee,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
ABC,
The New Christs,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gladiators,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Yusef Lateef,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiohead,
Yaz,
Massinfluence,
Warsaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cluster,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
The Vogues,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kayak,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.