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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grunge 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Thompson Twins,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Monks,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Black Flag,
AZ,
Aural Exciters,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nirvana,
Delta 5,
Anthony Braxton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scott Walker,
Mark Hollis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Deadbeat,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.