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 Slovenia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 H. Thieme to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Grauzone,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Radiopuhelimet,
Patti Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
The Trojans,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.