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 Pakistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the funk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Visage,
In Retrospect,
Flipper,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Kerrie Biddell,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Brothers Johnson,
Blossom Toes,
Intrusion,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Infiniti,
Donny Hathaway,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Babytalk,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
Maurizio,
Terry Callier,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Trojans,
Absolute Body Control,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
David Axelrod,
The Skatalites,
Subhumans,
New Age Steppers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.