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 Panama and from Glasgow.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Lindisfarne to the funk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Unrelated Segments,
Surgeon,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
The Wake,
The Fortunes,
John Cale,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
The Star Department,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
Sister Nancy,
CMW,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ronan,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Bananas,
Erasure,
Chris & Cosey,
Reagan Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Brand Nubian,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.