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 Libya and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 K-Klass to the dance 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pop Group,
Ralphi Rosario,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
The Mummies,
The Count Five,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
The J.B.'s,
Joensuu 1685,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Rakim,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Khruangbin,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.