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 Venezuela and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the grime 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
The Moody Blues,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Oneida,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerri Chandler,
Minny Pops,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
Boz Scaggs,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Zapp,
The Velvet Underground,
Shoche,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Five Americans,
New Order,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Sonic Youth,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Lungfish,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Golliwogs,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
Main Source,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.