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 Iran and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Tim Buckley,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Marvin Gaye,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker,
Laurel Aitken,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Silicon Teens,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
ABBA,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Todd Terry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bootsy Collins,
Model 500,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Television,
The Black Dice,
Eden Ahbez,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Lakeside,
Barbara Tucker,
Blossom Toes,
Loose Ends,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Mars,
Oneida,
Terry Callier,
UT,
Au Pairs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.