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 Togo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Roy Ayers 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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Index,
Howard Jones,
Deakin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Brick,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jandek,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiohead,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moby Grape,
Steve Hackett,
Massinfluence,
Altered Images,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
Pylon,
Sugar Minott,
June of 44,
Ludus,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Harmonia,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Quando Quango,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.