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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Eurythmics to the electroclash 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Qualms,
Skriet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skaos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
10cc,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Walker Brothers,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Popol Vuh,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Grey Daturas,
Barrington Levy,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.