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 Dominica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Mandrill to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Monochrome Set,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Popol Vuh,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Brand Nubian,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Doors,
Sight & Sound,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Masters at Work,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Swell Maps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Smiths,
Cameo,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Ornette Coleman,
Whodini,
Sound Behaviour,
Cecil Taylor,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
The Dead C,
Rotary Connection,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.