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 Tunisia and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Ludus to the grime 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stiv Bators,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Fluxion,
Subhumans,
Lou Christie,
Sunsets and Hearts,
EPMD,
F. McDonald,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Animal Collective,
The Busters,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ossler,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Outsiders,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Smooth,
Fat Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.