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 Malawi and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Schoolly D to the funk 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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Count Five,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ultravox,
Patti Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
the Association,
Mars,
The Martian,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Accadde A,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
David McCallum,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Drexciya,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Moebius,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Yellowson,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wire,
Eden Ahbez,
Loose Ends,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.