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 Senegal 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Carl Craig to the funk 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Gichy Dan,
Icehouse,
Little Man,
The Mojo Men,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Funkadelic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Pus,
Cameo,
Scratch Acid,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Pulsallama,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
The Moody Blues,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
F. McDonald,
Sex Pistols,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
The Toasters,
Index,
The Golliwogs,
Mr. Review,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Reed,
Roger Hodgson,
Nils Olav,
Bad Manners,
the Sonics,
Nas,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Morten Harket,
Letta Mbulu,
Boogie Down Productions,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.