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 Nauru and from Accra.
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 Lyon and Glasgow.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Massinfluence to the punk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Saints,
Eden Ahbez,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bang On A Can,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
The Names,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Aloha Tigers,
Negative Approach,
Kerri Chandler,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Tom Boy,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
Lyres,
Judy Mowatt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Litter,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Popol Vuh,
The Gun Club,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
The Five Americans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kaleidoscope,
China Crisis,
The Busters,
The Fuzztones,
Faust,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Sandy B,
Stiv Bators,
Jacob Miller,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Scientists,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.