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 India and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Blake Baxter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stockholm Monsters,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
Spoonie Gee,
Barbara Tucker,
Pussy Galore,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
UT,
Nas,
Oneida,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
Minnie Riperton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moby Grape,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Minny Pops,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.