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 Serbia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalann to the techno 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
Magma,
Minutemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Bang On A Can,
Ice-T,
Von Mondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Fugazi,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Clear Light,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pharoah Sanders,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Heaven 17,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Slave,
Lyres,
The Fuzztones,
The American Breed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.