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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Mo-Dettes,
Grauzone,
Aaron Thompson,
Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Bar-Kays,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Pylon,
LL Cool J,
Camberwell Now,
Tres Demented,
Judy Mowatt,
Idris Muhammad,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Bauhaus,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Morten Harket,
Gregory Isaacs,
Spoonie Gee,
World's Most,
John Holt,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Blancmange,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
The Gories,
Amazonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.