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 Algeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stooges. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Japan,
Television Personalities,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Ken Boothe,
the Association,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Absolute Body Control,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
CMW,
New Order,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Zeros,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Green,
Ohio Players,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
Groovy Waters,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doors,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
The Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
The Stooges,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Q and Not U,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.