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 Dominican Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Pylon to the funk 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Radiohead,
Pylon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Babytalk,
Section 25,
Index,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Siglo XX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronan,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Faust,
Donald Byrd,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Theoretical Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
Rod Modell,
Bronski Beat,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.