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 Italy and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Dice to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Urselle,
Whodini,
Ituana,
Yusef Lateef,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sound Behaviour,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Audionom,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Lyres,
Roxy Music,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Section 25,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.