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 Libya and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
The Wake,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Swans,
The Smiths,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
DNA,
Bob Dylan,
Michelle Simonal,
Fad Gadget,
Eric Dolphy,
B.T. Express,
Eve St. Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gap Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Saints,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
The Seeds,
Average White Band,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Second Layer,
The Vogues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hot Snakes,
Youth Brigade,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
OOIOO,
Derrick Morgan,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.