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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Von Mondo,
Al Stewart,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
John Lydon,
The Pretty Things,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
The Zeros,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neu!,
Lalann,
The Techniques,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Bill Near,
Mantronix,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Index,
The Smiths,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Section 25,
Juan Atkins,
Scion,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
China Crisis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.