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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Suburban Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Hashim,
Patti Smith,
The Remains,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Wings,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Al Stewart,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
Flipper,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Tres Demented,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Severed Heads,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Banda Bassotti,
The Music Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
The Smoke,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Infiniti,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.