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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hashim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Ronan,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo,
Rod Modell,
Quadrant,
Dennis Brown,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick Morgan,
Howard Jones,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gong,
Rekid,
Fela Kuti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
Rites of Spring,
E-Dancer,
Kayak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Womack,
Radiopuhelimet,
Absolute Body Control,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Bang On A Can,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grey Daturas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.