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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Derrick May,
LL Cool J,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Quantec,
Henry Cow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Ice-T,
Roxy Music,
Skriet,
The Sonics,
X-Ray Spex,
the Bar-Kays,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
The Doors,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
The Monks,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash,
E-Dancer,
Scott Walker,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tears for Fears,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
MC5,
Jeff Lynne,
This Heat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Godley & Creme,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.