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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Silicon Teens to the grunge 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Animal Collective,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Neil Young,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Bill Near,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Magma,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Faust,
The Dead C,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
Urselle,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.