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 Madagascar and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Pus,
Wally Richardson,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Ultra Naté,
John Cale,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Derrick Morgan,
Shoche,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Prince Buster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Faraquet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blossom Toes,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Aural Exciters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alphaville,
Crash Course in Science,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blackbyrds,
Bill Near,
Ludus,
Avey Tare,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
AZ,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Byrd,
Zero Boys,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Girls At Our Best!,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.