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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Human League to the rock 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
The Count Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
ABBA,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Judy Mowatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mars,
Jerry's Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Average White Band,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Eddi Front,
Main Source,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.