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 Georgia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Winnipeg and Calgary.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Country Teasers,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roxy Music,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Black Flag,
The Birthday Party,
AZ,
Pole,
Steve Hackett,
Anakelly,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Style,
The Grass Roots,
Visage,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Main Source,
Letta Mbulu,
Piero Umiliani,
Television,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.