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 Monaco and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 June of 44 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sparks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Angels of Light,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joy Division,
Chrome,
Audionom,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erasure,
Tears for Fears,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerri Chandler,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
China Crisis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
Tommy Roe,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Rapeman,
Thompson Twins,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Boredoms,
Groovy Waters,
Cameo,
The Monochrome Set,
Easy Going,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fluxion,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Newcleus,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.