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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Sonics to the jazz 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Crime,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Cal Tjader,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Youth Brigade,
Jawbox,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Albert Ayler,
Black Moon,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Y Pants,
Black Flag,
Slave,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Loose Ends,
Patti Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Delta 5,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
Lalann,
Pierre Henry,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Scientists,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Suburban Knight,
Eurythmics,
Cymande,
The Fugs,
Wire,
ABC,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.