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 Romania and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Easy Going to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
The Skatalites,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Lynne,
Adolescents,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Q65,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Ludus,
Erasure,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pop Group,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
The Durutti Column,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.