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 Chad and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Gang Dance,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
John Lydon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Magazine,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
The Evens,
The Count Five,
Todd Rundgren,
June Days,
Girls At Our Best!,
Massinfluence,
Bizarre Inc.,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Hot Snakes,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Kayak,
Davy DMX,
The Remains,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
Soulsonic Force,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thompson Twins,
ABBA,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Excepter,
the Soft Cell,
Traffic Nightmare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Slackers,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.