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 Liechtenstein and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Robert Palmer 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 Toni Rubio to the dance 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cramps,
Bill Wells,
The Offenders,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Pretty Things,
Erykah Badu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Saints,
Yusef Lateef,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bluetip,
Arthur Verocai,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Heaven 17,
Franke,
X-102,
Bob Dylan,
Essential Logic,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marc Almond,
The Skatalites,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.