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 Equatorial Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All UT 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Excepter,
Tres Demented,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec,
Toni Rubio,
DNA,
Hashim,
Brothers Johnson,
New Age Steppers,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Ornette Coleman,
Patti Smith,
Rakim,
Goldenarms,
The Evens,
Delta 5,
Boz Scaggs,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Dolphy,
ABBA,
Tears for Fears,
Black Bananas,
Radio Birdman,
Rotary Connection,
Oneida,
X-Ray Spex,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Ossler,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Organ,
Kurtis Blow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.