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 Barbados and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Sandy B,
Kayak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Style,
The Slits,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
Henry Cow,
The Sound,
The Offenders,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Hill,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Fela Kuti,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.