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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Lonnie Liston Smith 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Mr. Review,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Theoretical Girls,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
The Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Susan Cadogan,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Faraquet,
Schoolly D,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Index,
E-Dancer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
The Victims,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
The Sound,
Symarip,
The Blackbyrds,
Eurythmics,
Visage,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Youth Brigade,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.