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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mummies,
The Neon Judgement,
Kenny Larkin,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
K-Klass,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultimate Spinach,
Darondo,
Skaos,
Hoover,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Aaron Thompson,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Halsall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-Ray Spex,
R.M.O.,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Animal Collective,
Pantytec,
Guru Guru,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Associates,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Desert Stars,
The Black Dice,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
Popol Vuh,
Dennis Brown,
Cal Tjader,
Dark Day,
the Association,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.