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 Barbados and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fluxion 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Archie Shepp,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
FM Einheit,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantytec,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Suicide,
The Cure,
Rakim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visage,
Tears for Fears,
Ralphi Rosario,
Blancmange,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fire Engines,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
Guru Guru,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultra Naté,
Average White Band,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
Moebius,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.