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 Ivory Coast and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
CMW,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
Make Up,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
This Heat,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
the Normal,
John Holt,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Bill Wells,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
The Pretty Things,
Matthew Halsall,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Visage,
Roger Hodgson,
Archie Shepp,
U.S. Maple,
Moebius,
Marc Almond,
Eden Ahbez,
Ten City,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Harmonia,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camouflage,
Amazonics,
Bobby Womack,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.