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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Neil Young to the electroclash 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Cameo,
X-101,
The Index,
Soul II Soul,
Mission of Burma,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
a-ha,
Silicon Teens,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
New Order,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Modern Lovers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
Slave,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
The Fall,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Mantronix,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Swans,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.