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 San Marino and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
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 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 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 Rufus Thomas to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
X-Ray Spex,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Radiohead,
The Cure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Panda Bear,
The Saints,
UT,
Janne Schatter,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cramps,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flipper,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.