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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
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 sitar 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Sneak,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Model 500,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June of 44,
Icehouse,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Eurythmics,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
The Martian,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Alphaville,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Busters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.