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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Duran Duran to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalann,
Kaleidoscope,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
a-ha,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suburban Knight,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
New Order,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Malaria!,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Todd Terry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.