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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin 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 The Beau Brummels to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nirvana,
Television Personalities,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bob Dylan,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Brass Construction,
Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Alton Ellis,
Cybotron,
Skarface,
Shuggie Otis,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dead C,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
PIL,
Technova,
Jeff Mills,
Donald Byrd,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Silicon Teens,
Ornette Coleman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Anthony Braxton,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Laurel Aitken,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
T.S.O.L.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bluetip,
Massinfluence,
The Human League,
Magazine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Qualms,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Wells,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.