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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
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 marimba 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Piero Umiliani,
Swell Maps,
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
B.T. Express,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
The Golliwogs,
The Names,
Brand Nubian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Matthew Halsall,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cameo,
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
The Monks,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Bobby Womack,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Motorama,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet,
the Germs,
Ornette Coleman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Joy Division,
The Cure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swans,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Max Romeo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Altered Images,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.