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 Cape Verde 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord 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 linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Bad Manners,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Sixth Finger,
Severed Heads,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lakeside,
Traffic Nightmare,
Khruangbin,
Unwound,
June Days,
Sarah Menescal,
Ken Boothe,
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
LL Cool J,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Hasil Adkins,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
The Index,
Black Moon,
Harmonia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Quando Quango,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Duran Duran,
Neil Young,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
Heaven 17,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.