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 Ghana and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Kenny Larkin to the disco 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Lou Christie,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Fatback Band,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
This Heat,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Unrelated Segments,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Inner City,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Swell Maps,
Gong,
Derrick May,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.