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 Panama and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Matthew Halsall to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
Arcadia,
Zero Boys,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
New Age Steppers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
Malaria!,
Radio Birdman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
T.S.O.L.,
U.S. Maple,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Sandy B,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
Black Flag,
Procol Harum,
Niagra,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Easy Going,
The Names,
Rhythm & Sound,
Babytalk,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
June Days,
Arab on Radar,
Au Pairs,
Flipper,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pretty Things,
One Last Wish,
Suicide,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Dorothy Ashby,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.