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 Macedonia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
Sight & Sound,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Crime,
The Residents,
Nico,
The Blues Magoos,
Whodini,
Camberwell Now,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
The Misunderstood,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Idris Muhammad,
Swans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Sugar Minott,
Gichy Dan,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Goldenarms,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Cure,
Cal Tjader,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swell Maps,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Womack,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Isaac Hayes,
Alice Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
OOIOO,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Andrew Hill,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.