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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Procol Harum,
The New Christs,
Reagan Youth,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Livin' Joy,
Heaven 17,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Wake,
T. Rex,
June of 44,
Wally Richardson,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
ABBA,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Quadrant,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerri Chandler,
Jandek,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Victims,
Fluxion,
Frankie Knuckles,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.