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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
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 güiro 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 Tubeway Army to the grunge 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro 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 marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
MC5,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Model 500,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
Alphaville,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Ponytail,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Theoretical Girls,
Monks,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Con Funk Shun,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Ronnie Foster,
Hashim,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.