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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moody Blues,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
Aswad,
Peter & Gordon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ice-T,
The Move,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nirvana,
Jandek,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Technova,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Star Department,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Joey Negro,
Ralphi Rosario,
Severed Heads,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Buckinghams,
Black Bananas,
Nas,
Symarip,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Human League,
Gang Green,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mojo Men,
China Crisis,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Cybotron,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.