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 Syria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
X-Ray Spex,
Sun Ra,
Bad Manners,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
DNA,
Technova,
Smog,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Sound,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
KRS-One,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
The Human League,
Shoche,
The Slackers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Brand Nubian,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxette,
Warren Ellis,
Liliput,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Throbbing Gristle,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.