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 South Africa 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Alice Coltrane to the electroclash 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
The Red Krayola,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blackbyrds,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Piero Umiliani,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kas Product,
Nils Olav,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Saccharine Trust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Jandek,
Mantronix,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ohio Players,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Skaos,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tom Boy,
Marshall Jefferson,
T.S.O.L.,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Buckinghams,
Franke,
The Mummies,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.