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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Aaron Thompson to the disco 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
The Selecter,
Saccharine Trust,
Sarah Menescal,
James White and The Blacks,
Tom Boy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lindisfarne,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
a-ha,
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jacques Brel,
the Slits,
The Moody Blues,
AZ,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Animal Collective,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Count Five,
The Knickerbockers,
Prince Buster,
Camberwell Now,
Roxy Music,
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rakim,
Unwound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
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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.