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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gastr Del Sol to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
U.S. Maple,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
Model 500,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gichy Dan,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Funkadelic,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sixth Finger,
The Names,
Skaos,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.