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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Scientists,
The Cure,
La Düsseldorf,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Bananas,
Donny Hathaway,
Reagan Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Kaleidoscope,
Sun City Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
The Walker Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
KRS-One,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacques Brel,
The Detroit Cobras,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fall,
The Doobie Brothers,
AZ,
Black Moon,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.