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 Taiwan and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 Metal Thangz to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Traffic Nightmare,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Bobby Womack,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Niagra,
Alice Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
The Selecter,
Infiniti,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Jeff Mills,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
CMW,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Godley & Creme,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Angry Samoans,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Maurizio,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crash Course in Science,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.