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 Peru and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Carl Craig to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Funky Four + One,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Radiohead,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
Royal Trux,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Brass Construction,
Colin Newman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
Cybotron,
The Cure,
Yazoo,
Smog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
The Misunderstood,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy Collins,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
Stereo Dub,
The Five Americans,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.