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 Guatemala 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the dance 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Chris Corsano,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Nas,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Little Man,
The Moody Blues,
Bluetip,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MC5,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronnie Foster,
Josef K,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Near,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Count Five,
Scientists,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
The Saints,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Mission of Burma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
the Human League,
Radiohead,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.