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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Young Rascals,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Absolute Body Control,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
World's Most,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Surgeon,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Angry Samoans,
The Human League,
The Techniques,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Fear,
Ultra Naté,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Mr. Review,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Standells,
Nik Kershaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.