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 Iceland and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Joyce Sims,
These Immortal Souls,
Model 500,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Faust,
The Count Five,
The Gun Club,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thee Headcoats,
New Order,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Joy Division,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
Liliput,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Funkadelic,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
48th St. Collective,
The Techniques,
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
The Doors,
Boogie Down Productions,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
Sex Pistols,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Ice-T,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.