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 San Marino 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Average White Band to the crunk 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Accadde A,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aswad,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Metal Thangz,
The Last Poets,
Shuggie Otis,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Searchers,
Tubeway Army,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun City Girls,
Scientists,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Inner City,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Mantronix,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
Ituana,
Eric B and Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.