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 Monaco and from Milan.
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 Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Agitation Free,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Vainqueur,
Warren Ellis,
The Smoke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Prunes,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mummies,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arab on Radar,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Chrome,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
KRS-One,
Amazonics,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.