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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Q and Not U,
The Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Donald Byrd,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Sarah Menescal,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bush Tetras,
Skarface,
Von Mondo,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Cell,
Marmalade,
Jandek,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
John Holt,
MC5,
The Martian,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Japan,
June of 44,
Country Teasers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Unwound,
Grey Daturas,
Faraquet,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
R.M.O.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.