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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bar-Kays to the grunge 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Traffic Nightmare,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
Goldenarms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
The Angels of Light,
kango's stein massive,
Ludus,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
The Music Machine,
Easy Going,
Radiohead,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
David Bowie,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q65,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Lalann,
B.T. Express,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Bar-Kays,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Scrapy,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Main Source,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cecil Taylor,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.