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 Botswana and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 D'Angelo to the grime 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Funkadelic,
Altered Images,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Star Department,
Smog,
The Five Americans,
Lou Reed,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Rundgren,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Terry Callier,
Marmalade,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Human League,
Delta 5,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gap Band,
John Cale,
The United States of America,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Bobby Byrd,
The Standells,
Jacob Miller,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Flash Fearless,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
Mark Hollis,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
Reagan Youth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.