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 Uzbekistan and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Unwound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Cymande,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ornette Coleman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter & Gordon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Arab on Radar,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Flash Fearless,
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Anakelly,
Radiohead,
Matthew Halsall,
Young Marble Giants,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
The Dirtbombs,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.