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 Greece and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Organ to the rock 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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Copeland,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Supertramp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Swans,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mo-Dettes,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
Siglo XX,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Mars,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Faraquet,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.