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 France and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Vogues,
kango's stein massive,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Qualms,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
T. Rex,
Neu!,
the Bar-Kays,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kas Product,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Womack,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
Roger Hodgson,
Brick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Skarface,
Be Bop Deluxe,
One Last Wish,
Camberwell Now,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pantytec,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
Rakim,
The Fire Engines,
Pulsallama,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
The Velvet Underground,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.