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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 The Barracudas to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum 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 organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sun Ra,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Smog,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
Aloha Tigers,
The Standells,
Pylon,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Talk Talk,
Grauzone,
Deadbeat,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
the Swans,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yaz,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Camberwell Now,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Heaven 17,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Pantaleimon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Anthony Braxton,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Unwound,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Michelle Simonal,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.