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 Turkey and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Grey Daturas to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Q and Not U,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The United States of America,
Smog,
The Zeros,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Alice Coltrane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Theoretical Girls,
Rapeman,
UT,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bronski Beat,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Curtis Mayfield,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Grauzone,
Graham Central Station,
The Techniques,
Masters at Work,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
Intrusion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.