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 Honduras and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the crunk 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Schoolly D,
Soulsonic Force,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fire Engines,
Slick Rick,
The Divine Comedy,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Soft Cell,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Von Mondo,
Boredoms,
June Days,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Accadde A,
Idris Muhammad,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Main Source,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joe Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.