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 Macedonia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Glambeats Corp. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Barrington Levy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
Soulsonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Pere Ubu,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
David Axelrod,
Rosa Yemen,
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fuzztones,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
Johnny Clarke,
The Names,
Fluxion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Pylon,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ronan,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
Sparks,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.