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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Roxette 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
La Düsseldorf,
The Monochrome Set,
MDC,
Sister Nancy,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
This Heat,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wally Richardson,
Hardrive,
The Mojo Men,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Darondo,
New Order,
Brand Nubian,
Blossom Toes,
Henry Cow,
Sällskapet,
The Slits,
Pantytec,
Rotary Connection,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Roxy Music,
Gabor Szabo,
The Doors,
Ash Ra Tempel,
World's Most,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
the Normal,
Maleditus Sound,
Easy Going,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Fatback Band,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Carl Craig,
Janne Schatter,
Schoolly D,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.