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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Erykah Badu,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
Bang On A Can,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
The Kinks,
China Crisis,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
Black Moon,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kerrie Biddell,
Porter Ricks,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Marine Girls,
Masters at Work,
Todd Terry,
Hasil Adkins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Echospace,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.