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 Turkey and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the jazz 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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
CMW,
DNA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Hardrive,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lucky Dragons,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Moebius,
Arab on Radar,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jeff Mills,
Circle Jerks,
Echospace,
Grauzone,
Neu!,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Section 25,
Andrew Hill,
Mantronix,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Can,
Roxy Music,
Motorama,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.