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 Cuba and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '90s.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Suburban Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pere Ubu,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Blossom Toes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Doobie Brothers,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Görl,
Nas,
Excepter,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
8 Eyed Spy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Bauhaus,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Alison Limerick,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Chrome,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.