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 Uzbekistan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Connie Case,
Erykah Badu,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Porter Ricks,
The Golliwogs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Deadbeat,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Harmonia,
Organ,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Harry Pussy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Grass Roots,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
KRS-One,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
OOIOO,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brass Construction,
Supertramp,
Funkadelic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Lyres,
James White and The Blacks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Schoolly D,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cal Tjader,
One Last Wish,
Zapp,
Chris & Cosey,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heaven 17,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.