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 Portugal and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
Pantaleimon,
The Young Rascals,
Depeche Mode,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
This Heat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Yellowson,
Oblivians,
Rotary Connection,
The Last Poets,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blossom Toes,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Iggy Pop,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
The Trojans,
Wings,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
The Moody Blues,
Crime,
The Toasters,
Derrick May,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.