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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Gregory Isaacs to the rap 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
The Last Poets,
Lalo Schifrin,
X-102,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dennis Brown,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
MDC,
The Selecter,
Black Sheep,
Jeff Lynne,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Jandek,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Morten Harket,
Procol Harum,
Supertramp,
Inner City,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brand Nubian,
Visage,
Hoover,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Funkadelic,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Excepter,
Stereo Dub,
China Crisis,
Yaz,
Joe Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.