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 Ecuador and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
A Certain Ratio,
Echospace,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Drexciya,
Robert Hood,
Dual Sessions,
PIL,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Wire,
The Sound,
the Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Mr. Review,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
Heaven 17,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
K-Klass,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Fugazi,
Donny Hathaway,
Minutemen,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soul II Soul,
The Evens,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Glenn Branca,
Accadde A,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.