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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Wings,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Siglo XX,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Magma,
The Count Five,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Pop Group,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
Marvin Gaye,
Clear Light,
The Litter,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Motorama,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Q65,
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
Gang Starr,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-101,
Yazoo,
New Age Steppers,
Fluxion,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
Jacques Brel,
Steve Hackett,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
The Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moody Blues,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.