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 Turkmenistan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Electric Prunes to the jazz 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
Subhumans,
Kayak,
Boogie Down Productions,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Interpol,
Mark Hollis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marvin Gaye,
Schoolly D,
Stetsasonic,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Ponytail,
Deepchord,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Gang of Four,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
David Axelrod,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Ituana,
Pulsallama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.