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 Italy and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Excepter,
Rapeman,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skriet,
Ultravox,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Magma,
Bill Near,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
Yellowson,
The Blues Magoos,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Coltrane,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marine Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
D'Angelo,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronan,
The New Christs,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.