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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 The Invisible to the jazz 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Warsaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Accadde A,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
The Monochrome Set,
Dual Sessions,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
The Toasters,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Surgeon,
Jeff Mills,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Arab on Radar,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Easy Going,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.