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 Nigeria and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Y Pants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
D'Angelo,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
The New Christs,
The American Breed,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Accadde A,
Robert Hood,
Arcadia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
The Busters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gerry Rafferty,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
JFA,
The Real Kids,
Echospace,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Nirvana,
Rekid,
The United States of America,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Clear Light,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Womack,
Moss Icon,
Joe Smooth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Donald Byrd,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.