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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 This Heat to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
The Gladiators,
Zapp,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Smog,
Wire,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
Man Eating Sloth,
Easy Going,
Mars,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ossler,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gories,
Amon Düül II,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
David Axelrod,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Cheater Slicks,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.