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 Cape Verde and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Shuggie Otis to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fortunes,
Eden Ahbez,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Yusef Lateef,
Sam Rivers,
The Residents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
Unwound,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Soul Sonic Force,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wally Richardson,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Womack,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Bananas,
Icehouse,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.