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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Faust,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
The Doors,
Quando Quango,
Delta 5,
Con Funk Shun,
Cheater Slicks,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lungfish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Davy DMX,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Simply Red,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
The Gladiators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gerry Rafferty,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Jawbox,
Janne Schatter,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
Erasure,
Subhumans,
The Evens,
Alphaville,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.