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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rufus Thomas to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
Delta 5,
Magma,
Bill Near,
Anakelly,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
Cybotron,
Cecil Taylor,
John Coltrane,
Can,
The Busters,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Gong,
UT,
the Germs,
Underground Resistance,
Alison Limerick,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mark Hollis,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
F. McDonald,
Zapp,
MC5,
The Evens,
Lalann,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
X-101,
the Human League,
Robert Görl,
Joe Smooth,
Donny Hathaway,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
Sun Ra,
Janne Schatter,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Camberwell Now,
Black Bananas,
Derrick May,
Ralphi Rosario,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.