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 Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
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 mellotron 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxette,
The Durutti Column,
The Victims,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Sneak,
Goldenarms,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
a-ha,
Soft Machine,
Masters at Work,
Moebius,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
Kas Product,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
The Move,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sound Behaviour,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-Ray Spex,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
L. Decosne,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Minutemen,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quantec,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The J.B.'s,
T. Rex,
Wolf Eyes,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Sam Rivers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
James White and The Blacks,
Crash Course in Science,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.