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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Bootsy Collins to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Slave,
The Misunderstood,
The Walker Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
MC5,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Human League,
Juan Atkins,
The Evens,
Black Flag,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Count Five,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Sun Ra,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Sherman,
Ronnie Foster,
cv313,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Siglo XX,
Marvin Gaye,
The Alarm Clocks,
DJ Style,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anthony Braxton,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Happenings,
Howard Jones,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.