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 Nauru and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Laurel Aitken,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brass Construction,
The Cowsills,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cal Tjader,
Morten Harket,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reagan Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
Bauhaus,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
Chrome,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
Danielle Patucci,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Scion,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Wasted Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Babytalk,
The Busters,
The Remains,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
Radiohead,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.