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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Little Man to the rap 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
The United States of America,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Ornette Coleman,
Sight & Sound,
Ituana,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
UT,
Ultravox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Franke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Soft Cell,
The Buckinghams,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
ABC,
Swans,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Monks,
The Five Americans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
Altered Images,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crime,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.