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 Latvia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
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 mellotron 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 Wings to the grunge 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Sugar Minott,
The Durutti Column,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eden Ahbez,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Marvin Gaye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
kango's stein massive,
Hoover,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
The Fuzztones,
The Sonics,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Maleditus Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Agent Orange,
John Coltrane,
Warsaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Don Cherry,
Sällskapet,
Simply Red,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.