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 Czech Republic and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Neil Young to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eli Mardock,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
CMW,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Quantec,
Aswad,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Interpol,
Cecil Taylor,
Marine Girls,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tubeway Army,
Magma,
Alphaville,
Barrington Levy,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Funky Four + One,
Rekid,
The Tremeloes,
Harmonia,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Todd Rundgren,
Wire,
Jawbox,
The Raincoats,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
E-Dancer,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.