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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Vogues to the rap 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
The Index,
AZ,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Slick Rick,
Albert Ayler,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wings,
Donny Hathaway,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
UT,
X-101,
the Normal,
JFA,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Subhumans,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Mission of Burma,
Chris Corsano,
Flipper,
The Toasters,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Unwound,
ABC,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.