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 Botswana and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sound Behaviour to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Crime,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quantec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
The Walker Brothers,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gichy Dan,
Wolf Eyes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
The Invisible,
Grey Daturas,
Eric B and Rakim,
cv313,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pantytec,
Cybotron,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
Urselle,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Bill Near,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Camouflage,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fear,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.