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 Fiji and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Von Mondo,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kayak,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Quantec,
Cymande,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
This Heat,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Beau Brummels,
John Cale,
Juan Atkins,
Nirvana,
Junior Murvin,
MC5,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Lightning Bolt,
Clear Light,
Television Personalities,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Wally Richardson,
Fela Kuti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
FM Einheit,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Ken Boothe,
The United States of America,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.