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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soulsonic Force to the rock 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Skarface,
Mission of Burma,
Aswad,
Magma,
This Heat,
The Skatalites,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Babytalk,
Joey Negro,
New Order,
Drexciya,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
10cc,
Monolake,
Livin' Joy,
Mandrill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlback,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Basic Channel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Fatback Band,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.