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 New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Smooth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
The Pretty Things,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Donald Byrd,
Jacob Miller,
F. McDonald,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Gang Starr,
Radio Birdman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Metal Thangz,
Al Stewart,
Sam Rivers,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
Letta Mbulu,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Funkadelic,
Adolescents,
The Real Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Monochrome Set,
The Saints,
Skaos,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Derrick May,
Cheater Slicks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft 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.