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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cheater Slicks to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Lucky Dragons,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Carl Craig,
X-102,
AZ,
The Durutti Column,
Eric Copeland,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Organ,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Buzzcocks,
Heaven 17,
Dawn Penn,
Urselle,
Todd Rundgren,
H. Thieme,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Television,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Freddie Wadling,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
the Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Infiniti,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.