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 India and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Symarip to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra,
Lalann,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Bootsy Collins,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terry Callier,
Absolute Body Control,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Modern Lovers,
Sugar Minott,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Aaron Thompson,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rakim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
PIL,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Robert Hood,
Mantronix,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.