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 Sweden and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ronnie Foster to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
U.S. Maple,
Boz Scaggs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Donny Hathaway,
Alton Ellis,
Bluetip,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Tom Boy,
Porter Ricks,
The Music Machine,
Faust,
Au Pairs,
Thompson Twins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soulsonic Force,
Lower 48,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
The Stooges,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
The Five Americans,
The Skatalites,
the Slits,
Mantronix,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Lalann,
The Grass Roots,
Kayak,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Eurythmics,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.