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 Switzerland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Robert Palmer 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
PIL,
Peter and Kerry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Q65,
John Cale,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Faust,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
The Martian,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cure,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Subhumans,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Technova,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
DJ Style,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Don Cherry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Steve Hackett,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.