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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Carl Craig,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
Magma,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
48th St. Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
Masters at Work,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Stooges,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Procol Harum,
Bill Near,
Michelle Simonal,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Second Layer,
Animal Collective,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Al Stewart,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Livin' Joy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.