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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Associates to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
48th St. Collective,
The Gories,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
One Last Wish,
June of 44,
Schoolly D,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Excepter,
Organ,
Lou Reed,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
John Holt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Morten Harket,
Wolf Eyes,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
The Invisible,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.