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 Argentina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba 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 Bobby Womack to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camouflage,
The Fortunes,
T.S.O.L.,
David McCallum,
Mission of Burma,
Porter Ricks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Soulsonic Force,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
Bobby Sherman,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
The Busters,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sight & Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy Collins,
Thee Headcoats,
The Techniques,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alton Ellis,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Pulsallama,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
Joy Division,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.