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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
Ornette Coleman,
OOIOO,
Leonard Cohen,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
Iggy Pop,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Connie Case,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Durutti Column,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
The Offenders,
Joe Smooth,
CMW,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
Faraquet,
The Zeros,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Pagans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Howard Jones,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pylon,
Al Stewart,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.