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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Neon Judgement,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Barclay James Harvest,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Robert Wyatt,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Loose Ends,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Donald Byrd,
Eddi Front,
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
The Happenings,
Sexual Harrassment,
David McCallum,
The Techniques,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Misunderstood,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
H. Thieme,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.