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 Papua New Guinea and from Accra.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Nirvana to the crunk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
Reuben Wilson,
Technova,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magma,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Tomorrow,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
The Mojo Men,
Fatback Band,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Lindisfarne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Agitation Free,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Pus,
The Red Krayola,
The Busters,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Barracudas,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Neu!,
Eric B and Rakim,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.