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 Austria and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Barrington Levy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Sällskapet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
The Flesh Eaters,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
Alice Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Funkadelic,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Suburban Knight,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Susan Cadogan,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Albert Ayler,
Spoonie Gee,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
F. McDonald,
Make Up,
Rapeman,
The Modern Lovers,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.