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 Samoa and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Bobby Byrd to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Severed Heads,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sight & Sound,
Moebius,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
Fugazi,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mandrill,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Beau Brummels,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fela Kuti,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
Basic Channel,
Alison Limerick,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dennis Brown,
Cymande,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.