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 Zimbabwe and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Maleditus Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Bourne,
The Smoke,
Man Parrish,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Offenders,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Aswad,
The Slackers,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang On A Can,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Reagan Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Yaz,
The Selecter,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
Lower 48,
Michelle Simonal,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slick Rick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brothers Johnson,
Ohio Players,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mad Mike,
Lucky Dragons,
Fear,
Technova,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.