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 Somalia and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 the Human League to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Index,
Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
Lungfish,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Soul II Soul,
Parry Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Sparks,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mars,
The Count Five,
David Axelrod,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
MC5,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Josef K,
Saccharine Trust,
Lyres,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Rufus Thomas,
The Residents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
the Human League,
Scan 7,
Trumans Water,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.