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 Maldives and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk 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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Slick Rick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Minny Pops,
Technova,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scientists,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Davy DMX,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
Crime,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Christie,
Pulsallama,
The Count Five,
Morten Harket,
The Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Simply Red,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
Fugazi,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.