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 Egypt and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hashim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Normal,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Motorama,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
The Saints,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Remains,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Cymande,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Ronnie Foster,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
Scratch Acid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blossom Toes,
Terry Callier,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.