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 Macedonia and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 48th St. Collective to the disco 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Graham Central Station,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Standells,
Japan,
Pantaleimon,
Moss Icon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eddi Front,
John Cale,
Bluetip,
Sarah Menescal,
Index,
Ituana,
Alison Limerick,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Searchers,
Reuben Wilson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aloha Tigers,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
The Real Kids,
The Offenders,
Saccharine Trust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Coltrane,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Barracudas,
Rod Modell,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.