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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Wolf Eyes to the grunge 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Leonard Cohen,
Brothers Johnson,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Hoover,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Joe Finger,
The Durutti Column,
Erasure,
Roxy Music,
Aloha Tigers,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Ituana,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Iggy Pop,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
Alphaville,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
Joyce Sims,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
David Bowie,
Stetsasonic,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.