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 Syria and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
kango's stein massive,
Lucky Dragons,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Black Moon,
The Modern Lovers,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rod Modell,
Camouflage,
Ponytail,
Brick,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Index,
Groovy Waters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lalann,
H. Thieme,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
MDC,
Cameo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Association,
Robert Hood,
Gang of Four,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Scion,
Tears for Fears,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.