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 Rwanda and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the funk 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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Symarip,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
Jeru the Damaja,
Frankie Knuckles,
The American Breed,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
the Bar-Kays,
Pylon,
Magazine,
Alice Coltrane,
Big Daddy Kane,
Organ,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Guru Guru,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Animal Collective,
Gabor Szabo,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Womack,
Shuggie Otis,
The Birthday Party,
Ice-T,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
The Barracudas,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Iggy Pop,
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
Roxy Music,
Cluster,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Busters,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Gladiators,
Be Bop Deluxe,
kango's stein massive,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.