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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 Thee Headcoats to the funk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Franke,
Nick Fraelich,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Aaron Thompson,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
Sam Rivers,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
Index,
Cybotron,
Ultravox,
Letta Mbulu,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Byron Stingily,
The Five Americans,
Ken Boothe,
Colin Newman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Amazonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Tom Boy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.