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 East Timor and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kevin Saunderson,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Arab on Radar,
Bang On A Can,
Kenny Larkin,
Monolake,
Leonard Cohen,
10cc,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Ponytail,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neu!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Section 25,
Scientists,
Jacob Miller,
Thee Headcoats,
Swans,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
E-Dancer,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Icehouse,
Byron Stingily,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
The Busters,
Audionom,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Johnny Clarke,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Hill,
Fugazi,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick Morgan,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
The Move,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.