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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Model 500 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
MDC,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
OOIOO,
Robert Görl,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
DJ Style,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronnie Foster,
Shuggie Otis,
Rekid,
Camouflage,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
David Axelrod,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Marmalade,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
Outsiders,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Misunderstood,
The Dead C,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Bronski Beat,
Kerri Chandler,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Depeche Mode,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
Moby Grape,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Quando Quango,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.