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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 The Doors to the punk 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wasted Youth,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Q65,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Das Ding,
the Germs,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
Wally Richardson,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mandrill,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.