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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Marmalade,
Echospace,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
Swell Maps,
Section 25,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bluetip,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Monolake,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Boredoms,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pere Ubu,
The Gladiators,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lyres,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Index,
The Count Five,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.