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 Bhutan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Star Department to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Siglo XX,
Bob Dylan,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Nas,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Alphaville,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fela Kuti,
Scrapy,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rod Modell,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Stooges,
Absolute Body Control,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scion,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.