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 Benin and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Japan to the rap 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Visage,
Qualms,
The Seeds,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Matthew Bourne,
Kerri Chandler,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rod Modell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Althea and Donna,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hoover,
Kenny Larkin,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.