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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the grime 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Vladislav Delay,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Skatalites,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
The Sound,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Steve Hackett,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
the Association,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Index,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
Traffic Nightmare,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Groovy Waters,
Kurtis Blow,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
Andrew Hill,
Schoolly D,
B.T. Express,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.