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 Brunei and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Tropical Tobacco to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tomorrow,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Holt,
The Evens,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lindisfarne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Dual Sessions,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Brand Nubian,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
8 Eyed Spy,
Funky Four + One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Faraquet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Althea and Donna,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Massinfluence,
Boredoms,
Black Bananas,
Japan,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Technova,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bizarre Inc.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
B.T. Express,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.